Best Storied Poems

Celtic Dreams

The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while...

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Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been...

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A book comprised of sixty-six,
with content of a unique mix.
Though found in almost every home,
It’s very much an unread tome.

The authors were a motley crew,
Into...

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The Celtic dreams come forth through auric visions of an all-seeing eye. 
An ancient calling where the mystic rivers flow down a rugged mountain
while Angels...

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I saw a child on a play yard swing
And my soul soared with fervent joy.
As precious memories came flooding back
To when I was just a...

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Clans, Ilks and Tartans

Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a...

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...inspired by 'A Soldier of the Great War'
   by Mark Helprin

 
The old man stumbles, the young man 
swaggers with assurance. 
Stars of...

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Scarce contained within its bounds
Surging, straining to break free
Pulsating and palpable
Enticed by its pure energy
Mesmerized and drawn, a moth to flame

O, that I might be...

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Flow mighty rivers, what all have you seen
Rise and fall of empires, string of storied kings
As veins carry blood, you give Earth its life
Carving the...

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Since I met you my love the passion I harbor 
for you knows no bounds or limits since our
love is genuine, special, and from the...

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Sailing feathered clouds across the blue sky
Haloed sundogs clinging to white mares’ tails
Storied concentric glories way up high 
I’ll leave a soft rainbow colored contrail

Sailing...

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Somewhere in the pretty petty imaginary illusion of delusion
There lies a truth an edifice of search between obtuse confusion

Windows like brick walls and concrete blocks...

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Alone, on my own, with no one to show; 
no one to share, no one to care.
My muse, she feeds my hungry craves; 
her gifts,...

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I sat with a reluctant story teller
my legs crossed
holding my breath
The fabric of her mind 
was tightly folded
tucked in carefully at her edges

I reached for...

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The Moon as a Metaphor for Your Mouth
by Michael R. Burch

When I was closest to love, it did not seem
real at all, but a thing...

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