Best Spurred Poems

Images of children dwelling in developing world
In plight of poverty~~ some two billion strong,
Fly a flag of existence, waving distress unfurled,
Crooning mournful song: is this where we belong?

Struggling in parched lands of bared dreary sights
World they live in is the world they have known,
Where days...

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The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches  

Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof 
His breath etches frost on my windowpanes

Snowdrifts climb higher on the...

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Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated

We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields
The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way
It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful sound of bleating spurred us on
Some friends and neighbours had...

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Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.

Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my...

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Winter Blues

If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when words are cold and eyes are 
closed to light
while watching falling snowflakes you remember
a pain that spurred the wounded heart to write.

If you have to lose a love then
not at Christmas
when happiness is just...

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Reverence heard, a compassionate sound of solemn word,
Resounds mercy of utmost goodwill, aura-divine spurred,
Performing deeds of beneficence, defying malevolence; 
An epistle of angels on earth conferring gift of benevolence.

Such holy angels dwelling among us, are gems quite rare,
Purity of their actions proclaim~ how genuinely they...

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If food for finer thoughts we did not crave,
If sense of purpose we did not apply,
If we did not critique how we behave, 
If dormant laid Alert Judgmental Eye…

If float and breed were our exclusive wish,
If instincts solely spurred us to survive,
We might as well...

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Cheerily blew ocean breeze in beach-park
Till fiery tides climbed bouncing giant rock
Spurred on by the churning clouds hosting dark
As hazy winds ravaged paths on your walk
Rattling lashing gust where fishing boats dock.
Stranger were we, till blinding storm hit blast
Pouring pelting rain on our budding talk,
Waddling...

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Blacked Heart


Within the blackness blissed lies the love that has been missed
For within the miasma mist a darkish deprived heart does resist
Of the silenced sounds heard escapes a lonely wounded word
Of the slumbered souls spurred amidst the dormant eyes blurred

Amongst the burials buried blind my...

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Winter Wildflower

A billion snowflakes do collect upon a wasteland of neglect
The sky frigid no sun to reflect appears a dot lonely specked
A tear does fall melting snow as the speck staggers to grow
A wildflower starts to sough as the winter winds seek to blow
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Amidst frozen...

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Inspiration, A Gift From Sweet Emily's Hands
      (A Tribute To Emily Dickinson)

Sweet Emily, you inspired me
to paint scenes of life's epic seas,
in dreams soar to paradise fields
rise up to love, lower my shields.

Inking rhyming verses to please
you sat so perfectly...

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Vision, a window divine, open wide to aspirations of heart,
A lens paramount, for perusing aesthetics of beauty and art;
A sight beaming imagination, on ambitions of curious soul,
A focus coherent, shaping impulses, passions studious cajole.

A medium of communication, an engaging lure of romance,
An infatuated response, a...

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Written: January 03, 2024
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Wrenching writhing
of capacious weeping willows
In a dubious dream vault
I felt spurred to seek safety
from scorching sun
subsequently, in confusion,
I broke into a wide smile
that reverberated within
an...

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Joan of Arc – For God and Country

On the feast of the Three Kings was born,
a baby girl, in 1412, under the sign of Capricorn. 
Destined to accomplish great deeds and achieve fame,
Joan d’Arc was her auspicious name.
A religious and political scapegoat,
her short life to...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
                       of wild bluebell skies?     ...

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