Best Throb Poems

the sound of silence echoes more... 
than all the noise of loud uproar


Date: 04/26/2021
Submitted for: Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul...

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Darling, will you love me still if I weren't a poet? 
Will you hold my hand if I hypothetically happened 
                 to pause my pen from poesy? 
If I...

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She is many things,
like what Spring brings to shivering wings,
creatures like us sing from her touch, fly to her much,
feeding from the everlasting song her beauty transmits,
Linda's face is always strong, sage, and sensuous
as a symbol of liberty that says to the fatigued free thinker
you...

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We all tend to hold faith and hope to bolster 
our daily stay inside a positive base where our
desired dreams and wants are void of negative
claims as painfully aimed straight towards afraid.

Each morn we dress in faith to fortify our prayers
potential so that our dour...

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heart has 
always been 
a great pump
this I learnt 
when I was 
in school
but the 
truth still 
remains 
unknown.

I have seen 
the hearts 
of cadavers
how thick 
and cold 
their flesh 
were
but the 
truth 
remains - my 
heart-throb.

though little 
truths do 
people know 
about heart
yet more...

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That mirror on your mantle
proves you strive for grace
too vexing for value pure
since vanity prods your face

like those cheers that shape your set
until familiar phrasing
highlights how desperately
you clutch at fame blazing

from every blistered crystal
projecting your daydream
of bliss within royalty
mastering your gray scheme.

Your promotion starts at...

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"Love me," he said.

"NO."

-She laughed-

"Trust me," he said.

"No!"

-She cried-

"See me," he said.

What?... Why?... What's the point? ... Why are you here?

*so many real questions with plastic answers.

"Okay," she said.

-She caves-

*as quickly as the candles were lit, they blew out.

"I'm sorry," he said.

What happened to it?

What...

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Dewdrops Throb
One misty dawn a rose was kissed
The kiss of love, full flush
In magic of a morning tryst 
Her joyful soul became bewitched 
On her face shone a scarlet blush
Dewdrops from her eyes rush.

Rose tells her secrets to the trees
She knows they understand
Praying down on...

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It breaths itself out
and breaths itself in
just to get rid of the self 
in every attempt by every turn.

Like tongue,like teeth,like nose
like eye,like ear,like skin
it's an instrument to nullify the problem
that's only one.
Like hunger,like thirst
like length,like breadth
like curvature,like depth
like exhaustion and inertia
-the agony is the...

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I write upon my soul, imprinting my desire,
birthing thereby, karmic cause and effect;
this truth veiled, during earth visit,
due ego delusion,
manifest as belief of my separateness,
leading to cyclic joy and suffering.

In silence and stillness, consciousness discerning
underlying cause of stuporousness,
as my thought borne agitation,
of habits that persist.
No...

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Love not a doing
Compassion calculates not
Gentle breeze flowing...

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Under vivid scattered sun rays 
Of the boundless horizon spun;
Thy breath spent upon mine cheeks graze 
Disarray gripping visit won.

Thy deep warm bass pulse, resonant, 
Unfurl a thrumming flow as one 
Through bare feet. Provoking movement,
Need to feed not just anyone.

Twisted hunger for more than...

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Heart Throb

I slurped at the buttery sauce.
It dribbled corner to corner.
I said “Serve it at bed
With fatty pork and bread-
And hide it from the coroner!”



8/29/2020
edited 9/02/2020...

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Beat about the bush no more, oh hermit!
Listen to the voice of silence within.
Ignition in renewal, pulse perfect!
Simply go in! Rest imagination.
Shed off oh hermit, all inhibition!

Thirst for God connect, is all that it takes.
Handle all ego urges, which calm shake.
Rely always on divine assistance.
Opt...

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Haibun: Man and the Bird

Something is opaque in the sky; he cannot read it. There has been some throbbing in the heart for quite some time but he is mentally uncertain about the emotion behind it. He is thoughtful between any action or inaction.

eagle’s direction...

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