Best Triolet Poems

To those you care for, always you impart
deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are!
I pray you find a way to mend your heart.
To those you care for, always you impart
poetic gems! Return to this, your art.
Grab hold of words and shine again, a star.
To...

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Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light

like crystals emptied from a bowl

to dust the skies from some great height!

Oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light,

you sweeten up my somber night.

Delight the lone and searching soul,

oh, scattered flecks that sparkle light

like crystals emptied from a bowl....

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In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -

Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.

Relentless horror had around them crept.

In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept

Until one day, even the angels wept!

For freedom’s win, the world cried tears of...

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One solitary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.
Just fallen from the sky one day,
one solitary raindrop lay.
How long, I wondered, could it stay
upon the rose’s blushing face?
One soliltary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.

The raindrop lingered on the rose
as delicately as a kiss.
So virgin-fresh, in...

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-Dandelion Dream-

I stand close with a fistful of flowers
My tiny bouquet made of dandelion dreams 
They fade with one gush from the wind
I stand close with a fistful of flowers
Holding on tight to jagged leaves 
Sprinkles of sand fall over my needs
I stand close with...

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She looks at me with blushing face
At break of day she shyly peeps.
I watch her move with utmost grace
She looks at me with blushing face.
Her lovely smile a warm embrace,
My heart runs fast; it beats and leaps
She looks at me with blushing face
At break of...

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In autumn’s wind, I look up to the sky.
How sweet the breath of love upon my face!
In rustling leaves, I hear you softly sigh;
in autumns wind, I look up to the sky
and see what time and death cannot erase. . . 
In guise of sun’s...

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The path to take for all is shown -

saints and sinners; sinners and saints.

God loves us, for we are His own.

The path to take for all is shown.

Since days of old, the truth’s been known.

Though all that’s good the darkness taints,

the path to take for...

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Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love watching them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts;
stashing them safely out of view.

You love to watch them passing through,
scampering...

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(Inspired by Abe Lincoln’s poem “Memory”)

Mortality's Own Friend

So sadly here, among the dead,
I live - mortality's own friend.
Recalling all that's lost, I tread
so sadly here, among the dead.
Sweet memories are as a thread
which link the living to their end.
So sadly here, among the dead,
I live...

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She is a groovy, hippy girl.

     She loves that funky, trippy beat.

It is her hippy, trippy world!

     She is a groovy, hippy girl.

She dances funky, hippy twirls,

     and when she sits, she taps...

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The soft rain is falling
Kissing the fog, drifting by
Distant thunder is calling

The soft rain is falling
The gray clouds are crawling
All around in the sky

The soft rain is falling
Kissing the fog, drifting by

Heidi Sands

3/27/21...

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MAY BRIDE OF SPRING

May bride of Spring sheds shades of night
And dons a dress of Emerald green
Now winter’s chills are put to flight
May bride of Spring sheds shades of night
While humble Hawthorne blossoms bright
Like snow upon the hedge now seen
May bride of Spring sheds shades...

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It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
it begins as a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is only brisk; it isn't much.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.

It is only...

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At winter’s end, sweet hope begins

to swell until it fills the earth.

Forlornness fades; renewal wins

at winter’s end! Sweet hope begins 

as sun looks down at us and grins. 

To scatter seeds that blossom mirth

at winter's end, sweet hope begins

to swell until it fills the earth.

1/17/15
for...

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