Best Sates Poems

Simply unaware....or perhaps I don't care
what others say or do
It's partially true
I'm through

Used to care what they think
of my words, of my ink
not anymore....
So much...

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I miss you 
With every longing breath
That pants in sweet silence.
With every insatiable spark 
that ignites my being
And with infinite tears of all my life
That...

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If I had more than my share of gold.
Ranked favorably with Mr. Gates,
I'd travel forth to see the world,
Try all the lavish food that sates.
December...

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 I love you as I love the warbling birds of spring
That tones sweet the fragrant hours of day
Just like the Trini flower's soft murmurings
On...

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Summer in the Desert

He thrusts his chest
and breathes his fire
upon our sunburned faces,
the summer dragon
never tires
of scorching hot embraces

Black eyes turning skin to cinder,
his tongue...

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*Image of Excitement Unlocked giphy by Escape Hunt.

Time

Life millstones pressures creation to sort
through essential time, balms the albatross
over seasonable means, paid in court.

A past fraught...

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my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
      ...

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Her beauty does enthrall in morning light
as sunshine paints the sky in hues of pink,
and fare thee well is bid to darkest night;
upon her face...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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It Only Comes From Within

While sought eagerly,
mirage like, it vanishes as you approach,
only to move further beyond you.

It does not come from without, 
nothing that...

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O child of stone, outcast, alone,
succumbing to desire.
Inside your chest, you’re sorely pressed,
assailed by a liar.

Do not believe the tales it weaves:
the lost, untethered heart.
Though...

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"The worst feeling is to be ignored once, then twice, 
then again and again by someone you consider precious."
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Lament
The day that music died, singing wept.
Into the sea of melancholy voice crept.
Each word spoken reeked with pain.
When could we ever be whole again
Under the...

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Mitch McConnell is a long distance runner,and he runs to win,and he has been running the race,and never gives in!!!Derby Day is his friend in...

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A yawning gargoyle shares with me the morn.
We sit, reading the Sunday newspaper
about the world's events, mostly forlorn.
He notes how clean is his kind's ledger
compared...

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