Best Thirsted Poems

Passing through framed windows like ours,
I recall your tales of reckless war and lost friends
that burned your innocence at 21... and though
you claimed flashes of courage, moist eyes
poured vulnerability looking calm, undaunted.
We both searched deeply into  our souls
as a father is to his young...

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I was cursed with ink 
intoxicating blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken  ebony rose 
in satan's grasp,
kneeling on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress 
of woeful odes,
surrounded by black knights
and colorless blossoms,
searching for legitimate sestinas
and versatile villanelles
to ignite...

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I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.

Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...

Memories
Feelings
Ideas

Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;

The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in...

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My veins bleed of Crimson defeat-
The way they flow with such ease and comfort
      brings me to my remorseful knees…
I sleep with Ruby dreams and hope with
Magenta skies and no matter the
season or reason I am forever caught in
 ...

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Dear Mom, you are someone very good.
That is how I’ve always thought of you.
Embracing your station of motherhood,
You raised five daughters well, and still you do
Everything you can for family; your love is true.

Always you have thirsted and searched for truth.
You passed the thirst for...

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A visionary wandered lost one night
inside a tempest thunderous and strong.
He looked for shelter in a canyon.  Light
of moon poured down and bitter sweet of song. . . 

For as the storm abated, he could hear
a tune that seemed to claim the palisade.
How haunting...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
                              this is true.

I have many recollections that my mind would...

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Exhaled sonnets call torrid on the eve
Breaths a lofty soar, luring thirsted sighs
Moistened drizzled flesh, sunset’s searing weave
Motions play beneath tropic amber skies

Lips of dampened dreams, meeting by the shore
Moonbeams touch your face, eyes of heaven’s glow
Whispers echo soft, melting ever pure
Fingers tracing curves, passions...

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***At the bequest of a friend 
or two this poem is a 
continuation of Tennyson''s
 'Ulysses'; though I don't
expect much glory for this
write, it was one of my
finer poetic attempts; 
especially Tennyson who
I think was perhaps the
best.Like Ulysses, 
Telemachus, his son now,
speaks to the masses...

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Lacy nights with tender touches, oh, how I crave your embrace,
for I’ve never known something so beautiful as you, my sweet-
I use my charcoal to sketch your silhouette as the light dims your face,
for my parchment has thirsted for the curves of your waist.
Tracing each...

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You startled me, like a pin prick to my heart-
forever leaving me breathless for your starvation. 
I craved your tender touch right from the start
and thirsted for your deep purple longing sensation. 
          I fear not...

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i stacked sandbags against the
river of your fervent woe hoping
you would stay safe and dry-
but when the tide crashed, you crashed,
and i am having a hard time letting go;
for you are the one who i wished
loved me most…
now i am utterly in love with your
cradlesong...

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Light shimmered on the lake at moonrise,
with a breathtaking view that glimmered.
Beneath the glow of Luna's pale luminance,
the night was calm on the banks of the firth
except for the cooing of a lonesome dove,
who thirsted like me, yearning to be loved.


September 10, 2022
Bitesize Poem No52...

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Constitution says All men are created equal
We live in the home of the brave
But we annihilated the Red man
And made the black man a slave
We imprisoned the Yellow man
And judged the poor and the gay
Only a rich straight white Christian
Can be a free man today
We...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a  d
                                    ...

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