Best Seeking Poems

Like no one before, nor since
 you painted that starry night in oils
  superimposing your life story.

I feel I know this idyllic village
 blanketed...

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An ocean tumbles through dreams of you. In depths unknown,
I float above. Oh, how I long to dive beneath your surface,  
yet I am...

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Before I ever saw those eyes      How deeply I loved you.

Before you read my first thought    ...

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Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust...

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It’s almost time and I must run
to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun.
It comes on every day at this time
and I don’t want to miss a...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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Lightning rarely strikes without thunder,
causing havoc in gloomy skies.
Humans can't control their plunder,
seeking shelter until the storm dies.

Once, I was your prince - full of...

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Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

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He read her like a book 
as her wistful words poured forth
from deep within the pages
of her tender seeking soul.

He lay mesmerized 
as her paragraphs...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?

Such depths to your...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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This is a very long poem and I will understand if you choose not to spend the time reading it. 
It is something I wrote...

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I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking only solitude and nothing more
Thunder drummed from somewhere far away
like foreboding timpani as clouds began to play
They competed...

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Hope is a song of bird
Reassuring forlorn dawn,
The nightmare is banished
And the dream is still alive

Hope is a Lotus flower
Drowning in the night
Yet, rising through...

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