Best Traces Poems

One evening, much like any other
striated feathers of pinks, and deepest primrose
colored the clouds with facets of light, tapering inward
Traces of gold between each color, as deep and clear as the sages

The red sun overhead, had grown weary with seasons,
and did not seem to notice...

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Traces
In the wet sand
Footprints of gulls, and man
Disappear in the tidal dance
Of waves.

Traces
In the red dust
Feet of man, and horses
Up in canyons, leave no trace of
The brave.

Traces
In the garden
Of such delightful scents
In spring and summer by winter
Erased.

Traces
Of human life
Throughout world's history
However, are reported upon its
Pages.
Traces
Of...

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Dancing silhouettes,
Shadows frolic on the ground;
Moonbeams through the trees....

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In the dead of night, the crickets holding their breath
Our love brooding the full moon's tide on our anniversary
The wind stirs our risen ashes and revived passion
That had remained dormant down eternity's timeline

Tonight, we're reunited once more as we'll be forevermore
Our ghosts dance in the...

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Written: December 02, 2024 
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At dawn cradle, 
Dew blankets the earth, 
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms, 
a chorus...

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A poet's journey
Is both inward and outward.
The poems he records
Along the way
Are the traces he leaves behind,
The tracks he lays down,
For him to see where he's been
And for others to follow....

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blinkered by formal training  
counting bright abacus beads of syllables  
mindful not to step on cracks—  
rhythm is everything 

     the audience  c h e e r s !!!  
   the runner-up jeers— 
maybe...

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Traces of Haile Selassie ‘I’
The Lion still roars
Traces of Martin Luther King
dream lives on

Traces of Bob Marley
In song “get up stand up for your rights”
Traces of Malcolm X
Segregation fight still burns bright

Traces of Mandela's  
Fight for justice set free
Traces of Marcus Garvey
Purpose and His-story

My...

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Bound by your presence
A torture to erase,
You have taken, 
a piece of my existance
That cannot be salvaged.

In this cold winters night
Numbness, crys me to sleep.
Dont wake me from, this slumber
For its my only, peace.

A silent cry, I weep.
A fallen tear, that speaks.
A lonely heart, that...

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TRACES...

A faint footstep left behind since my birth
And a thousand years later, I found so clear
A burning vision from the flames of wailing hearts
A drum-beat, a bull-horn sound, a clap
A music of realities dorn, this hour...

... somewhere this day...
I live to see it clear, my...

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betwixt cotton clouds
subtle colors of rainbow
surface beside sun















5-8-2016...

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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."

*another time another...

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As I try to break through my dark cocoon,         
you outline memories I stir within   
of salty skin held in the warm breath of June,      
glazed gold by a luminous...

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About paradise I can only dream shy 
where the pegasus joyfully direct
the stray arrows of love. 

Shot in the heart
 I'm starting to worship at the place
 where your traces can be heard 
and show me the heavenly guidance ... 
... how to get to...

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Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.  
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain...

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