Best Tepid Poems

Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.

When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in...

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Honey vapour scents travelled among seduced tepid zephyrs.
This was not a dream for I was within the realms of reality,
as fate's footsteps led my heart...

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A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo,...

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'There is no silence in poetry.'

As I swing back and forth,
surrounded by an abundance of petals,
I still remember being a stranger,
in a foreign land.

Sun shone...

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 I wander far from the coal-tar smog
and buzzing sounds of the city
to a place where I can smell
fresh-cut hay in a tepid breeze.
I stroll...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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Sheer poetry in motion with a picnic basket in hand 
Laughing brandishing a bottle as he lopes along the sand
His handsome features completely wreathed in...

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The house slumps against overgrown yards
Where gardens wilt against the ground,
Begging for sleep beneath gray skies.
Vines move through weeds 
Like brittle fingers,
Reaching toward a sagging...

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Sitting upon the shore
time seems to move so slow.
Watching waves I adore
as reflecting stars glow

Tonight this night is mine
just me and the mute moon.
Tepid breeze...

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she was a caterpillar,
i her cocoon

she was the music
i her dance

she was the rose
i her thorns

she was lost among the stars
i showed her the moon

i...

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Love is a swooshing whirlpool,
swirling, twirling and whirling -
intensifying porcelain emotions.

Floating helplessly,
like bubbles in a tepid breeze.

There are still flashbacks

an unforgettable memory,
where poets, painters and...

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Whose voices, whose memories are these
That warble in trees, exalting my breeze
Applauding the daybreak's cerulean grin
Where amber ocher designs are floating in

Is that your echo...

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“Let me be strong, for to be anything else is to languish in the abyss of compromise and to descend to places of impoverishment so...

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To my Sun, l've become
silent to the screeching 
screams from sirens, 
hiding beneath sapphire seas.
I'm floating like tepid
ripples in wandering waves, 
serenading in songs 
from...

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1. Big Brother
Big Brother's protecting his mice
with a secret eavesdropping device.
          If you hang up the...

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