Best Too Poems

Too good - to ever last    suggested bpm 80

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When we first met, I never thought
that you could ever love me...
You were the brightest star shining
so high up above me...


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I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way...

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One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green

Upon your breath I learned to fly
A...

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there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me

There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so much I have seen
sickness sapping away
the mother-daughter moments
meant for me...
She struggled bravely
to set my fears free
But MS wouldn't let her...

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He stood on the street corner
Having a much needed smoke
Somehow we got chatting
And he told me a joke 
And i started laughing
The way that you do
He looked at me smiling
And started laughing too
And his dog laughed too.

It became a habit
Ever after that
Every morning I’d stop
For a little chat
And listen to any joke
That he would tell
His...

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I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true 
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’ 

If I google  a few lines will give me the answer
You’re caught...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist, essayist, novelist
Alma mater	University College, Oxford (no degree)
Literary movement	Romanticism
Spouse	Harriet Westbrook
(m. 1811; died 1816)
Mary Shelley
(m. 1816)
Signature	
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/b??/  
BISH; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the...

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The curtains on a somber evening fell
as weeping angels hush and pull me near;
assurances of love they softly tell,
to calm a soul who lost a love so dear.
Like ribbons on a memory I reach
to tie them all together in a bow,
now wrapped in every prayer that I beseech
and warmed within the heaven's lovely glow.
But, why...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too true.

Some souls are captive to their vice.
How sad when things are too far gone
and simple comforts don’t suffice.
To evil some become a pawn!

Some bearing pain become withdrawn:
for pain of body...

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L i f e
I sense your perplexed pulse
within pirouetting pearls,
steeped in sinister streaks,
while fading sparks
of dulcet stars
swing from threads of darkness
on the verge of vertigo,
living in minutes
caught in the crawling contradiction
of tainted t i m e…

O’ f r a g i l e hummingbird,
I hear the hushed hymns
hovering through the ebony haze,
awaiting unlocked gates
adorned with...

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Again she sees those vibrant sleeves of green
And hears those gentle whispers and soft sighs
Alone beneath a willow lost in dreams
An old woman reflects through misty eyes

To see her now so deeply scarred by time
A beauty once now buried in the folds 
Upon that road of passion left behind
The bitter price she paid for growing...

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In response to my fellow poetess, dearest friend and soul sister, Jennifer Proxenos, inspiring poem “I am Virgo”

I am Virgo too
A September woman
thriving in her Autumn
learning not to sigh over her spring
and summer too!
A gift of Faith
willing to heal her aches.
Her mind, a master in deafening woes
tracing what is fake and low
dwelling in the borders...

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Oh, my brother..
I can see storms causing havoc in your eyes.
All you can do is stare,
seeking comfort from a tombstone.

Beautiful marble cannot reach out to you,
nor can it hold your hand.
Tell me who will wipe away those sympathetic tears?

For I have no sympathy for you.
Because
I still remember happy tears
rolling down her face,
as the nurse placed...

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The trees are given
  to you, to me
The clouds are given
  to us, for free

The grass turns green
  overnight, prithee
The birds sing sweet
  as the honeybee

And if all this seems
  too wonderful to be
The whole Earth belongs
  to the Lord, you see


~ Gershon Wolf, April 09, 2021 ~...

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It's a little too quiet now,
I can no longer hear his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is still prevalent in my dreams.

He died; his soul is in heaven;
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.

His final goodbye broke my heart;
and I could hear myself screaming.
It's a little...

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There lies my heart,
          Quite ragged, torn -
               My father passed
     This brumal morn ...

How ruthless came
          This face...

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