Best Somewhere Poems

Deeply dive into my Southern border. .  again
again. .  border around my existence ever so deeply

Somewhere over the Horizon
love is met gently

Images melt into one, opening the melody within- desires are found
found are the sensations leading to hills and tight spaces and soft...

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I’m the one who needs to be somewhere else, 
I cannot stay in one place.
The grass is green where I’ve never been
and never have shown my face.
When I look back on every track
where there’s nothing to entice 
me to return to where I never yearn.
You...

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The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey 
opium of jasmine lilting...

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Green - I have seen you somewhere within my evergreen soul
Where the Omniscient plays his flute
To rejuvenate the tired ones - scattered by the humdrum of daily chores
His idiosyncratic tune soothes my heart

Green - I have seen you somewhere within the desolated dry lands
Where you...

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Sun is dripping

into the ocean's azure.

A long day's warmth

lingers in my skin

as splendor streaks the sky....

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I drifted past the sunset
where horizons make their place
Imaginary lineage 
that artists love to trace

I saw the world illumined
in a shade of tangerine
Beyond the treelined silhouette
and shadows in between

I scaled a distant mountain
that was massive in its size
Where I could taste the altitude
amidst blueberry skies

When...

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In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
perpetual glow!...

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Somewhere Poets

Somewhere written purely
new words from the mind,
poems having beauty
speak of love so fine.

Somewhere hopeless believe
good things are for some.
Daring poets conceive
of great things to come.

Somewhere people listen
for the sounds of hope.
Lyrics sparkle glisten
to give bright new scope.

Somewhere poets daydream
of a world born new
writing verses...

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I’m inside the night
Twirling my thumbs
Watching moths 
About my head
Beating soft wings
Against things.

I’m outside the day
Wiping sweat from
The back of my neck
Watching pterodactyls 
Beating their huge 
Wings like heavy plastic
Against the scorching air.

I’m inside my bed
Turning occasionally
Imagining the breath
Of a vast ocean one
Thousand yards below...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.

Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His...

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Out there is a stranger that I already...............love
no, you don't know me now, but you.................will
just keep looking and eventually we will..........find
a winding road that ends with you and..............me
before these short years find their end....someday
that rarest moment will surely happen...sometime
with us finally meeting face to face.....somewhere.







"End...

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Somewhere in the universe   
Beyond the boundary of earth’s gravity
Travelling light becomes a reality
Weightless, as no baggage is recognized
There’s nothing to hold you down
Far above the clouds where time is void

With lazy sun-filled days come sweet dreams
Of a place far away, beyond this...

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Somewhere a hand is reading out loud
a Dickinson, a leather-worn journal
recording daily life’s soirees,
memorizing rain and shielding little girl’s eyes
from the blasting words of the sun.

Somehow someone reaches
from...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art of deleting, but hovering, still, holding off

the finger, 
of the...

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"Somewhere Safe Little Ghost, in your Mirrors"

You asked me, 
what happens when we go -
then what next?
I replied to you, 

“God, only knows, little ghost”.

You asked me,
“When you visit, after you go -
how will I know you’re there?’
I replied to you, 

“Look for me 
in...

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