Best Thumbprint Poems

Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing on the walls

You gaze at me with pools of wisdom
Infinite eyes that have lived lifetimes
Speaking silent words 
You gift me...

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O’ my dearest love,  
I gather the world’s rarest petals for you—  
Ghost Orchid fragrance lingers  
in the marsh’s quiet air  

look, love, it fades  
then rises in  
the curve of my hands  
on the curve of your...

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Images  grace the page like velvet over skin,
caressing the senses fine as red wine…
And we all take a sip of poetic lines,
connecting people from varied time frames,
while through heartfelt exchanges, the site
becomes a family that bridges rails of pain,
love, or anger . Oh how...

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Take life for an escalator
Go both through its ups 
and downs
Ride it like on an elevator
Expect both smiles and 
frowns.

Take life for a suspense 
novel
you and I unaware what 
the next day will hold
Meditate and muse, or 
this book of life just 
peruse
Pore over it...

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Past, present, future
Children of earth back to earth
Leaving our thumbprint...

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The book is red, bright red, that’s plain to me.
Okay, it’s black, but that’s just years of grime.
It is the office dictionary, see?
And when it is consulted – every time –

a new thumbprint is left to join the rest.
Across the years it’s been consulted –...

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A Merchant Marine
At fifteen, he went to sea
A way to begin

Harsh Realities
Learning to be a real man
Life was on the run

Scrapes and falls and bumps
Toughening the young fledgling
Losing some feathers

A long way from home
He creates identity
Memory soon fades

Glipses of the past
Filtering through the sunlight
Illusions of...

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It was approaching midnight in the internals of the Eternal Garden of Dissolution
The dying were displaying bland expressions as they cradled the moment
The old were holding on tight to the path of the faith they had picked
The middle aged were picking their religions based on...

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Every person is unique
And so revealed by his thumbprint
An undeniable identity
And so fate may be different
And so wealth, power, fame 
May be different too
And so satisfaction and gratefulness
Is rare
And so jealousy 
Is obvious
But
To compare with the top
To compare with the bottom
You're still lucky 
To have...

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In deep specks, the sea flashlight sways.
sapphire flecks, and azure splashing.
Screes’ speckled satins.

Sadness fluid in the bowed beldam.
sprinkle its stretch into the shards
as her wings curled in dismay.

She had morphed into a mountainous waterfall.
a stratum full of opal swords clasped her down.
similar to a thumbprint

Gloved...

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Topography- embrace its meaning
Open roadways- visually gleaning

State boundaries- further we'd proceed
Connect-the-dots- we'd follow their lead

Deepened creases- a wider landscape
Artful tearing- revived with clear tape

Thumbprint dirt stained- unplanned souvenirs
Revisited- discovered frontiers

3-10-2021...

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irony helps
    when contemplating
    the vastness of space
      not even a thumbprint
      am i...

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Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the Father's tidings

Binder rings
A novel read
Of your mind
Nature's Novelty
Binds you to...

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I jump, but can not leap:
entreating you is like two parallel streets
that do not meet.
     My lips, employ straightforward plain words as hidden clues.
Note: I am not a man of eloquent, noble elevated upper schools.
I keep it simple, yet I am...

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GRAVIDAS EARTH

the turntable in a whorl, my thumbprint
distinct on 45’s and 78’s and the cover
near the door, spewed upon - i forgive
you my roommate-sister, it’s only cardboard.
afterall, how’d we know, the future would auction
our records, flatsie and dawn dolls, past 2000 —

we couldn’t even imagine....

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