Best Sifts Poems
The Wind
...I am the wind
You cannot see me but you can feel me
Breezing gently through your hair
Brushing slightly across your cheek
Whispering softly 'neath your ear
I am the wind whirli......
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Categories:
sifts, love,
Form:
Free verse
A Kept Woman
...Dream-worker
delves deeply into my dream;
vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a mascu......
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Categories:
sifts, allegory, betrayal, fate, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Elysiums Lost Melody
...In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where......
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Categories:
sifts, dream, emotions, loss, memory,
Form:
Lyric
Where Poppies Grow
...(Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian ~ March 2020)
Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time,......
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Categories:
sifts, nature, romantic,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Where Poppies Grow
...Where poppies grow in brilliant bursts of red
and bumble bees go searching with intent,
she often goes; there sits with dreamy eyes
suspending time, quiescent moments spent.
The wind intrudes o......
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Categories:
sifts, devotion, longing,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
For Sweet Morrow's Song
...Each moonlit walk, each starlight gaze
On nights that knew such carefree days
Each whispered thrill on breezed romance
The passion of another chance
Each salted spray ......
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Categories:
sifts, future, happiness, how i
Form:
Lyric
Illness is
...a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching t......
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Categories:
sifts, life, sick,
Form:
Free verse
Often I Wonder, Is It Worth It
...Often I wonder, is it worth it
Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini ......
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Categories:
sifts, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
Remember Her
...I always liked the way she played with her hair....
across from the vast expanse of the bed,
legs up, with her back against the wall,
I saw what she felt....
and she could hold me with her deep a......
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Categories:
sifts, lost love, love, memory,
Form:
Romanticism
Mockingbird - Crown of Sonnets
...#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans. Each whispered song
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wound......
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Categories:
sifts, children, discrimination, integrity, prejudice,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Sandalwood
...They are playing that song again
The one that reminds me of you
It began to rewind as I turned up the dial
from a place long ago that's been bleached for awhile
"California Dreamin" sifts t......
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Categories:
sifts, friend, longing, nostalgia, women,
Form:
Narrative
I Am the Wind
...
I am the wind
You cannot see me ,but you can feel me
breezin' gently through your hair
Brushin' slightly across your cheek
Whisperin' softly 'neath your ear
I am the wind......
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Categories:
sifts, beauty, wind,
Form:
Personification
What the Angels Whisper
...How hope still clings in the maze of youth,
though a vessel so tender,
not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind
as a ripened daisy,
a fledgling ----
too much a babe for a serpent's ......
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Categories:
sifts, god, hope, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 6
...Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments,
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the s......
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Categories:
sifts, adventure, character, gothic, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Her Special Sandbox
...Before her Auntie died she built her a big sandbox,
I remember her sitting there with long curly brown locks.
The sun in her face with an innocent smile so bright,
she’d stay out there......
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Categories:
sifts, childhood, fun,
Form:
Couplet