Best Speaks Poems

I stand alone in natures beauty,
     in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
     as a repetitive eternal dream.

I hear the gurgling of water,
     as it follows its...

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You don’t know this woman
You haven’t got a clue
This paragon of beauty
Is a mystery to you

You think that I’m so gentle
You think that I am tame
That’s just to get you going
And trap you in my game

You think that I’m so giving
You think that I am...

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I wish I could tell you
what you've done wrong
But there'd be no point
You'd explain it all away
and say, "Fight, Babe
Fight another day.
Battle scars come and go
This you should know
It's part of the game
fight another day."

I wish I could tell you
What you didn't do
That was wrong...

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I've been watching you
Since your beginning
Whispering to you
A thousand subtle ways
Throughout all your days

You picked me up as a leaf
You were only three
Clutching my stem in your tiny hand
Long time you stared at me

Gazing at my veins, amber colors
Other leaves rustled in my fall winds
My...

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Tonight I’m in my element
I sense the power surging
To place of imminence
Taking control
I will whisper my demands
Into your soul
You will be transformed, Woman
I will make you
The Mistress of the Night
I start my transformation 
By visiting your lips
I cherry stain them
I enable them to turn seductress
With...

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For a little poem I do perform
A depth defying feat.
By all accounts I do seem shallow
Upon a surface read.

But before that N/A switch is flicked,
Let me percolate;
What once was shallow, when you dive in,
Becomes a spring fed lake.


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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not stay,
what I would give for one more day.
You went on your way,
no more running at play.
When silence speaks through a...

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"The Silence Speaks"



Listen, 
the Silence speaks
to Souls that listen

Stranger things
have walked
before the cold distance

wars and plagues
hell and money exchanged 
the fires that have been burning

but no one has truly listened
seen or heard the signs
greed overtook gravity

we were all on 
Our Own Mission -
weren’t we?

Here
We Are,...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining regrets~
upon flowers, swaying forsaken, to butterfly ballads? 

But will oblivious eyes, roaming the blackness of selfish spheres~
where prayers are abandoned...

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When Silence speaks, 
stars surrender their sparkle to the night; 
Luna’s glow sweeps awe above the world.

When Silence speaks, 
Luna caresses the face of her beloved sea;
Speechless are the crests of hills on which sea’s waves are tossed.

When Silence speaks, 
the hills lie still, fading...

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A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp  damp.

Above, waterfalls tumble with litter,
splinters of broken glass flushing
ashed moisture 'round lakes: how...

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You found my words
                                 - and you devoured them 

   ...

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the ocean speaks a
language we all understand. . .
serene to surly


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(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about...

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The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat. 

"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went...

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