Best Trilled Poems

one day as a boy, I went down to the sea
clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff
stopping to search in a tide pool for...

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Sunflowers blush as petals creep
Along easels of meadow's keep.

Winter's arctic days now long gone,
That morn's fair promise trails upon

Breezes sweet , once an icy blast,
Engrave...

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On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to...

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"Mi primo" means my cousin in Spanish.
He calls me his "primita"- little cousin.
This is the story of how mi primo
Taught me about the meaning of...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
  ...

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I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality-dazed.
When young, summer’s tune range
was firmly, soul-deep engraved.
When grown, human ways hush
our faith with logic-grown mush.

Summer composed...

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We played sports
on asphalt fields
drains and sewer lids
for bases
Billy’s house the right field line
Tommy’s porch
a short left field.

We diagramed
football plays
bottle caps, fractured marbles,
Mikey’s favorite button.
The...

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A cardinal whips its trilled zest
Where fields extend into a mile;
That upon bright April's request
My toes wiggle here for a while...
I pause as sunrise paints...

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Love songs softly flow on a Summer's breeze,
Lyrics trilled by doves in sweet melodies.
My vagabond heart meanders no more
for you've given yours to me, mon...

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Jack and Jill were brother and sister, whose environs were hilly and green;
And they groomed horses and worked in gardens, oft 'til a moonlight scene.

They...

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Traversing passed a moonlit glade,
I spied a nook where dreams are made.
A twilight windsong filled my breast
and cleared a notch where I could rest.

My windsong...

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Not a flag was unfurled,
and no cornet trilled,
as the rain-swollen clouds,
the bleak valley filled.
 
The wind blowing cold
with a chill that pervades
as the caisson's old...

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I hear the music calling me
From the smooth and shiny rows of keys
The ebony and ivory
And all the melodies between
‘Come!’ it says, ‘And play a...

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Bird of Prey

On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell,
The night was tranquil and held no fear.
Until came a sound ascended from Hell.
I heard a menacing cry...

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Her hands were happy, 
she fluttered them against 
a cliché sense of blue in the air
and laughed when the allure of 
the flowers further on...

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