Best Scribbling Poems

There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.

Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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yesterday is a collection
of photographic memories
tomorrow a whirlpool of
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. . . smooth shades secretly serenade,
blush and blend, to send vivid vivacity.

- a masterpiece in the making -

like a painter posing with...

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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now...

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I See You, Flowers In Your Raven Hair

I see you, in flowery meadow scenes
walking, your blue dress swaying in the wind
your raven hair, beautiful stuff...

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The distance between us means nothing~
      l've f a l l e n in love with you, despite the moon...

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Peace is painted in pastel, parting the pain,
( the yielded yearning )       of times true



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. . . To be precisely placed ‘pon your shelf:
between, “Great Expectations and “Gone with the Wind,”
a best seller, “The Notebook, against the...

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Life is a beautiful liar,
where hope is a 
graveyard of caterpillars.
Death is an ugly truth,
where virgin butterflies 
flutter immortally.

Love is the only true guide.

Oh my...

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Poets ponder and will never forget,
expressing emotions in joy and pain.
Scribbling words from sunrise to sunset,
ink flows like a breeze in sunshine or rain.

Their powerful...

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When edges are shapely,
               as curves match the form in a...

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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto...

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Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates the day's demise.
And as scattered shades of gray gather,
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.

As crimson flames melt a stained-glass...

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Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few 
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times...

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