Best Swayed Poems

Hourglass

Sand falls
Through the glass
Love falls
Within the past
Memories dance
They never last
Head in my hands
As I stare overhead
At the hourglass


Falling Down Stairs

Stairs broken
Wheels unspoken
I fell
Grasping for air
Are...

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"I wandered lonely as a cloud."  William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a boat   
a shallow dingy left behind,  
alone in marsh...

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The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with...

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Idyllically Odylically Odd I Be
                    ...

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The ignorant ones claim, 
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen 
how I've slaughtered 
malicious demonic sea creatures
that...

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I hope you would still remember me as we were,

every time you see pristine 

passing pomegranate hues of the horizon.

When clouds smear our unspoken love...

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TO THE FLOWER

Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight;
amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.

Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free...

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Lovely golden red-tinged leaves seem lost in conversation,
Eloquently rustling as they flutter to the ground.
Autumn’s breeze is whispering to them a revelation.
Vanquished they are soon...

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An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

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Nourished by garland skies of scarlet blue
And velvet grass in golden green festoon
September wed us; one heart, made of two

Days of turquoise kisses, too much,...

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I walked out to a cottonwood
Who lives out in the hay
And since he had no livelihood
Decided I would stay

A root of his became my chair
He...

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One year,  over the ocean, Santa veered  off course
His reindeer were battling a hurricane  force. 
As the sleigh went  spinning and spiraling around,
 an  island appeared far below on the ground,
dotted with palms...

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I wore popular shin high white boots,
The top in rage of disco dancing queens.
The Bee Gees were the utmost in the clan
The alter of quantifying...

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The lake was still sleeping
a light mist rose above,
a weathered dock could be seen,
its aged wood; full of memories.

The air crisp, breeze light,
trees majestic; watching...

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If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms...

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