Best Swings Poems

Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
I’m sending to you on butterfly wings.
Pennies are wasted on a wishing well.
Pennies instead for sweet thoughts that you...

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Oceana

Oceana flings her sequined petticoats
Upon the sands as if to toss the seaweed 
From the swirling edges
While she dances with the wind
With each turn she...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a...

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Devils deadly dime

The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I...

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I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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"The Dream Manipulator"

A wish upon the stars I see
Magical moments with sweet surrenders
Embrace the twinkle notes
My lid slip into an everlasting feel~  In trance,...

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Some days I feel so damned old
Like my zest is starting to mold
Seems my feet are always cold
My golden years ran out of gold

I'm sitting...

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He swings his arms and strides ahead
     She walks three steps behind

The center of the universe
     Cares...

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A softer breeze blows his way
And a sunny day shines everywhere
Painting the sky blue and grey. 

But those hues are not for him,
For him it's...

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Through the brambles of the arbor's vine,

an artist has spinned some silver lace

This net was cradled over leaves

slung low, and wet with dew.


Evidence was left...

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Tribulations of testing times,
when a result of human crimes,
bring only melancholic rhymes.

You just desire to be understood,
when overwhelmed tears begin to flood.
Where there is not...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are...

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Sounds of a Day in the Past

Cherry Creek was a thriving small town
Children played on swings up and down.

They screamed with delight and why not?
Today...

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when last rays of autumn - tip toe along to sunset streaked reveries

listen to the crisp breeze of fallen fairies - truth floats through tawny...

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