Best Turbulent Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on...

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I watch
as sun slides down in the sky.
The shadows increase in length,
a dark waterfall descending 
upon the sandy beach.
Slowly I inhale and exhale,
savoring the fresh...

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Walking upon silent parched paths,
under speechless scarlet skies.
Your name sits upon the tip of my tongue,
listening to the susurration of my heart.
Each vibration echoes tones...

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I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?

How do nature's elements
define my identity?

When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not...

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Childhood is a ship,
preparing to set sail,
but not all harbors are kind

the ocean a mysterious enigma.

Not all inflictions are visible,
some bruises remain invisible.
Not all trauma...

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Day, my lifelong friend
Thousands of times have we said good morning to each other and
As many times have, we said goodnight,
You have wakened me up...

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Those who do not know the trials of love, 
do not ask the state of my heart

I've been left standing in the rain,
feeling like meaningless...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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"a long walk to reach my destination. 
                 ...

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Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,          ...

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My mother's voice,
is the sweetest symphony -
when life becomes troublesome,
soothes like an orchestra of angels.

When there is darkness,
becomes a beacon of light, 
guiding when tides...

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If I let my mind meander -
like a river backwards through time -
past rocks and turbulent waters
and also through the calm times
when the surface of...

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The days, they come; the days, they go.
Like rivers on and on they flow,
not always smoothly. Some will be
quite turbulent, some trouble free.

Like clouds and...

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Upon my pilgrimage yearning for love.
I found myself surrounded by a plethora of petals.

Day and night I searched for a fragrance.
An aroma that would lead...

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Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at...

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