Best Set Adrift Poems

Become my air,
pursuing my scent 
  in sweet fragrant  fields,
where devouring tastes 
   of bohemian spirit,
delicately descend 
    in subsistent sighs.
Distracting the 
     tones of silence,
from subtle susurrus echoes, 
like a tender 
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Mirabelle orb ascends,
under clementine and pomegranate skies.

Absent,
in delight of daylight.
Eyes set adrift in dawning daydreams.

Calm heart is an oceanic concerto,
flowing along sapphire tones.
Deep breaths walk upon water,
caressed by Poseidon's piano keys.
Pulsating palpitations beat eloquent echoes,
rousing freely along rhythmical ripples. 

Searching for symphonic serenity -
composition of...

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Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope
 

Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by...

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Upon the twinkling of silent twilight,
tranquil thoughts set adrift, 
infatuated in elysian reflection.

The mind wanders, 
observing and listening - roaming;
avoiding confusing crossroads
leading into chimerical phantasms.

Overwhelmed by the darkness,
fervent fingers tremble,
yearning to bleed streams of serenity.

Suppressed soul whispers,
exposing sacred secrets,
releasing the mind from its chains.

Ink flows...

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My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.

My angst at my ever-flounder appears
Well-earned and justly placed
Where the rabid minions of an avenging God
Will no doubt make bold of my disgrace.

Have...

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Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would...

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A gentle tickle belies the sadness
as the corner of my eye swells and my vision blurs.
The beauty and the joy fading from my mind,
the "what was" and "what could be" 
but longing memories and lost dreams,
like fading shadows, of a wasted life,
and all that is...

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Oh poetry,
why do you not feel me.
I was once your poetic percolate,
the assonance to your consonance, 
spilling in silver ink,
upon Earth's raw fibres, 
but in your quest for perfection,
wanderlust words are now waterless roots,
resembling a mediocre muse,
cursed from rose tinted glares,
exposing pages of bad grammar.

Since...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked discreet’ Asylum Street her daily horoscope.
The stray was struck by...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for her, a sustaining love is an 
Absolute prerequisite for what 
Would be a total commitment of the 
Coupling bodies...and all...

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On a path laid as a snake,
Trodden down a winding wake,
Curls and slithers into night,
To thrones of ever-dimming light;
I hold still and gripped with feeling
In a mist that wraps concealing,
And I glimpse her flicker by
From the corner of my eye.

Heartless granite fissures break
At prayers to...

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Today I fell head-over-heels in love;
beyond happiness, I'm soaring above.

Love's gentle, and yet harbors such power,
that lingers like the scent of a flower.

I thought that I understood who I was,
till I felt the magic that true love does.

I cannot put my feelings into words,
eclipsing the...

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My mind to arms to hands to oars to lake

               I cleave the sunrise glass-like surface, still

With just my lonely friend, a mallard drake

       ...

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That foolish stranger who had wandered into town
bickering with folks, trying to shove them around
was nothing more than an old worn-out clown.
Beneath Soup Creek Bridge, we saw him drown.

We thought he'd learned a lesson and ran away,
but fate did him in for being such a...

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Oh how I do love November,
that magic month that outshines September,
where I look upon the face,
of the Twinkle Fairy in all her grace,
as she blesses the leaves
falling from shivering trees
to dance in air and come to rest,
upon Gaia’s soon to be, blanketed breast.

She dances in...

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