Best Stands Poems

The Scarlet Letter H



Two Windows                    The Bridge                   ...

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"Shhh,  look there they are. 
No one believed me. 
Now you see them too.
 A blessing of Unicorns. 

 If anyone knew where they were
it would be the end of the Unicorns.

 The one with the wings is the Queen. 
See how sad she looks. 

She has separated herself from the blessing. 

She loves the other...

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God Stands

When dust and time blot out my name;
And I rise to unknown strands,
And the whole world melts with fervent heat.
God Stands!

When the planets cease their movement;
Round the bright and shining sun,
And the elements blend together,
God has just begun.

When we lift our song together;
With flaming...

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she stands beside the sea
a tear escapes, runs down her face
melancholy comes to embrace
the past won’t set her free
lost love decays without a trace


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Contest: Writing Challenge 2 Lind68868
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Placed 1st
©18th May 2019...

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Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can spell!

It has two humps, 
and they are round
They form a well...
It comes just past
the "H", the "I", the "J", and...

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Oklahoma just passed an executive order
About the obvious disorder
Of letting men break through the border
Called a women’s bathroom door
Which has always been there for
Keeping out men and furthermore
Those who are men no more

Oh, some may scream, ‘where are their rights?
They’re out there fighting the fights,
To...

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Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented...

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He's a soldier 
So brave and strong
Mission after mission
Never gone too long
A gun, a knife, a tank
A weapon not his choice
A war started long ago
His goal to raise his voice
The enemy is armed
In unforgiving ways
Children, women, bodies
Scrupulous displays
Head games, body aches
Home so far from here
Reality...

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There is a time when everything stands still,
When life's biggest moments 
Are up close and ever so real
You take my breath away with all your sex appeal
When your eyes meet mine its a really big deal
You really know how to make this man squeal
I was...

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A wildflower stands erect
Soaking in rays of radiance
As the bees and townsfolk buzz
And the wind sways in a slow dance 

Contentment is where she stands
Until she spots something missing
Among all the townsfolk talk
She was bound to start listening

Was in the clouds but now on land
Leans...

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My intent is clear...is yours...
Your eyes are as crystal...peering deep into the soul...
Your lips are like sweet honey on my mouth...
I savor every last morsel... until it is gone...

Whispers of love dance in my mind...
Gentle kisses cover my body...slowly but gingerly with great care...consumed by...

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The Tears of Gaia

Wash down over a silent place,
Washing clean our plastic, 
Our Empty cans, our debris,
Tears flowing gently over, 
Humanity’s darkest fruits,

A child stands with her arms outstretched,
Waiting for the winds to change,
Waiting for sun light to break through clouds,
For daylight to kiss tired...

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[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you
Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems
Tag at top of screen]
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Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore
But sometimes a name kinda lingers
She entered the bar...

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The Faded Garden Swing

If the flaked paint on the old swing 
could speak, it would tell stories of 
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare, 
muddy feet, 
Of fireflies caught and imprisoned in 
empty jam jars, 
Like the fireflies, my memory flickers, 
trying to...

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alone he stands behind the plow
in footrace with the lengthened dawn
a shadow figure in the now

pursues the where and when and how
of unseen reins so slowly drawn
alone he stands behind the plow

each furrow’s end a prayerful bow
an homage paid – dark soil turned fawn
a shadow...

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