Best Synch Poems

When love reckons for a second time,
like a drum, it comes on fast and hard and strong
until two hearts in synch beat passion’s song.

Sometimes second...

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When Love comes pounding on a drum,
      it comes on strong and fast and hard
     ...

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The voices of my present state and feelings echo
down into my mother’s sympathetic ears,
They resonate…in no barriers, she decodes
with her warm understanding and great love...

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the ingenious geese,
in the pond, fluttering wings -
six fountains of grace

they take off like jet fighters
like blue angels all in synch...

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Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for...

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I keep my dreams and aspirations,
stored away neatly in this box.
Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon,
secured tightly with key and lock.

And every time I...

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Silent tears, relieved in ink,
on paper smooth and cool.
Heart and hand now work in synch,
as strong emotions duel.

There on the parchment you lie,
naked, for all...

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Words dissolved like crystals on my tongue
Moisture filled my mouth, my jaws converged
City lights shimmered in the distance
Wings bashed the air, passed the yellow Moon,
Our...

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Here I sit vigorously trying to escape from behind these crimson bars of doubt and shame
With yet another thought and looking for someone else to...

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Its a sad time for me.
Covered from head to toe in insecurities.
All I do is try and cover for my mistakes.
My misjudgments.
My displacement...
But what about...

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While each breath is exhaled
In synch with the strike of second hands
Patience becomes an unwanted friend
Nearing, we hear, we tempt
With life given to the depths
As...

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For seven months now, this exercise
class at 8 a.m. Forty minutes. Tedious –
one small rip across the smooth fiber
of morning. I don’t want to be...

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The beating of a heart or the ticking of a clock,
To me is life’s real poetry the way that it should rock.
Maybe it’s cause I...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no...

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Estrangement is an empty house that brings us loneliness,
mining poems from deep within, a frantic frenzied prayer;
and problems soon confront us that we simply must...

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