Best Thousand Poems

You have seen three thousand suns
              You will witness six thousand more
      Feel the warm breeze and your lover's kiss
       ...

Continue reading...

If someone leans upon an ancient tree
In future’s shade, a thousand years from now
Might they engage a wrinkle in the brow
And ponder over death of fallen leaves?

Are we not formed alike in fairness gained
Or time might choose to forge us enemies?
Would cloak, or hair, or...

Continue reading...

A thousand steps in between 
who I was and who I am now 
do I wonder about the detours? 
do I wish I took the dirt road instead? 

Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes? 
Would the worries have...

Continue reading...

Ten Thousand White Butterflies 

Soft walls undulate like liquid steel
Metamorphic pulsations
Iridescent glow
Spiritual guides
Ushering departed souls

Rippling contractions
From cocoon-like womb
Bringing forth new breath
Replenishing blown out candles
Eyes scrunched
Painful cry
Drowned out by the rustling
One thousand butterflies taking flight

Soaring
Luminescent 
Snowflake-like beings
Spreading their light

Within the night
Eternity is born
A baby raises his...

Continue reading...

One Thousand Goodbyes

Years ago
a stranger became a friend
with little time left
she let me into her reflections
her child and husband dead
tragedy would strike again
her time on earth 
would expire soon
her empty heart to be filled
in the heavens
she showed and told
her last wishes to me
a thousand poems
she...

Continue reading...

Free verse Rhyme

Never fearing.. as love is nearing
Love's consciousness force... completes it’s divorce...(Jer. 3:8) Metaphorically Love divorces
From the mind of strife... that cuts as a knife                   ...

Continue reading...

Ten Thousand Angels

Listening to the silence
I felt you touch my soul.
I could sense a teardrop fall
as you lost all control.

I felt the heartache in you
As mine then did break too.
I knew what was happening
was happening to you.

I called heavens angels
though I uttered not a sound.
I...

Continue reading...

Your large stuffed synthetic sack
and the aching bones and muscles
that strain against the pain
of a planet that you're sure must hate you,
are sure that you hate it too.
Your wheels are just large enough
to allow the suicidal stride
of the dire recycler's chariot
which may really be suicidal...

Continue reading...

The Pilgrim’s Ghost of a Thousand Heavenly Dreams

Looking through a magical dewdrop we now see an enchanted
Chandelier, liquid-sparkling pure, where a mystical quicksilver 
Mirrors a living-moonlight reflection of a thousand radiant stars.

These stars are heavenly focus points that reflect the celestial
Magnificence of Almighty God’s prescient...

Continue reading...

Night of a thousand tears

Another day breaks,
and I'm still here
I was kind of hoping,
I would just disappear

Since you left,
I want to, sleep my life away
but I haven't slept now,
for twenty days

I should try to work, because,
my rents, in arrears
I'm what you might call,
a guy in...

Continue reading...

A spirit is what it is,
sharing yet selfish, starving yet sated,
a humble sky that can erupt into a hurricane,
can be an avalanche on the mountain of confidence,
it will be a maternal calm in a moment of marbled mania,
or shatter the laughter of happiness with the...

Continue reading...

Silence says a thousand  words
about joys that filled our past
and fair youth upon my lips
that once owned your stolen kiss
Can you hear  me ?

Oh those lips that touched my own
like a first petal in bloom 
Floral accents 've been long gone
since that pale...

Continue reading...

 
A thousand dreams are left to still be dreamt,
To angel arms my sweet and loved were sent;
So far from here- and I just write and weep.
I write this glorious sorrow I keep.

I hold my pain within, twisted and bent,
A thousand dreams are left to...

Continue reading...

We were accustomed to read one thousand 
And one night in Baghdad...
Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad,
It sounded bang! Bang 
Where is my mummy? Where is my dad?
Are they all alive under the cruise wreckage;
Or are they all dead?
The a ‘Rashid city was weeping,
It rained...

Continue reading...

Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical grapevines.
Suppose I lent a hand.
Would they take it as an opposition,
a criticism perhaps?
Carrying with me the burden of
a thousand dark...

Continue reading...