Best Soiree Poems

  "Sunset Soiree"

Sunset sleeps gently
embracing creamsicle clouds
golden eyes weave dreams.

Yellow horizon
Heaven's shadowed silhouette
twilight canopy.

Potpourri of light
Earthly umbrella sundown
magical painting.

Sheer magnificence
silky cornucopia
flame glows God's sweet...

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Crisp leaves gaily dance
As red and gold parchment gowns
Swirl on Autumn winds






Inspired by Abe Lopez' contest, Haiku Seasons...

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Boys Dance

Ghouls Prance!...

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Monet


Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand, 
perhaps, we might spy...

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Sound of rumbling midnight train awakens young girl. The glow of nightlight invites her to soiree with poetic guests who, on inked pages, dwell. She...

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I met them once I landed in a place, 
they called it haven, a soiree place. 
Where people are nice,kind and cool. 
Some are young,...

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Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A...

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Here, beyond the realm of air
          I've given what this job remands
    ...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very...

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Their fluttering starts in moonlight
When Luna reaches zenith height
She croons as butterflies take flight
Magical night         Magical night

I...

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Dusk birds in clover
the purple fields of rich song
Gold day was so long
Flying in fragrance, darkly
mingling at evening's soiree

Through sweet green, dimly
on the summer night...

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The world rests in the night.  Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. ...

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Chalk Full of Great Lines

The body has been removed
To my place of sanctified worship
Where all is quiet and piano soothing
I am Ernesto Cortazar
Your Coroner and...

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Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out...

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Mama, mama ...
I got a triangular problem
And I need you
to give me the square deal truth
Straight honest for real, lying foolproof — 
it’s a rectangle...

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