Best Turneth Poems

As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel...

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Musings , Wishes and Life



The Fire burneth while our world turneth
yet the rose still holds it's red bloom

The mighty Oaks stand majestic and tall
while man's glory hardly rates a call

The cold Wind bloweth so surely we know
angels bleach the whiteness in the snow

The Forest lives...

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I scorn thee, Puberty!  Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth thineself as quiet slain game,
For thine cruel ends be reached, let thine eyes droop,
Immortal Rite, meeteth Poetry Soup.

Forsaken specs findeth...

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if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream

with in on and beyond 
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds

when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not...

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Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy...

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INFERNO

As I watched from far away,
Under the sun sending down  its rays,
Not willing to stare any longer,
And about to find my way out,
I noticed the earth trembling,
Followed by a cacophony,
Temperature rose in a flash,
Behold it was a volcano,
Red molten flowing down from its cone,
Arable...

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My Mother was born on October 3, 1916, and died on August 6, 1997.
She would have been over a hundred years of age. I (we) miss her very much as all who love her dearly.
My nice wrote at her funeral a poem called: “Wings of...

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The rainbow fell between you n I and I watched your beautiful color change.
Feeling so refreshed anytime i remember the Love you so have for me.
Never even a little out off range.
The hope every second,the last tear that brings joy eternally and brings out abundant...

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I am human,
Born of a woman.
So happy to see the sunlight,
Pleased at the sight of moonlight.

Everything I met here,
Except from my younger ones.
Though life sometimes makes regret,
But I wish to live more.

I love berries,
I love juice.
Love to drink when I am thirsty,
Love to be daily...

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Hate, hateful hate, how doth thy poison spread
A venomous fang within the human heart
That doth darken all thoughts of light instead
And tears friends and lovers far apart.

Thou art a curse, a bane upon our race
A devilish spawn that doth thrive on spite
Thou bringeth sorrow to...

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I ‘standeth’ in awe
It warms by day, yet cools at night
Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground
N-o-w evaporate
As though still, but invisible
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Water vapour now a
Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water born
N-o-w condensate
Form thy clouds, form thy rain
Through winter ‘formeth’ snow...

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Just in the way one says things ends up setting the tone
With the baggage that brings, more than could be known
Though it's from deep in the heart being too free to reign
Allowing that other instinctive part and thus causing pain

What you wanted to say may...

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I cope with commercials 
that sit on my head, 
that wallop my westerns, 
and leave them for dead. 
They shoot me and loot me 
till I go to bed. 

I scream at a stop light 
that steps on my brake, 
that raises my hackles 
till...

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We sought ill love to burn the light of day,
Letting embers cool and night's fair ashes stay,
To envelop desire, virtue in a young man's eye,
Burning fire-bright in an inkwell sky,

And all to drown in holy union bow'd,
Thrice regaling whilst the lady doth allow,
To die and...

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Words Help Heal, Or Hurt
Written: by Miracle Man
3/4/2020

Communication is a two way street,
it requires both talking and listening.
Meshing the two can sometimes be a feat,
when one party insists on whispering. 

Some tickle my ears saying things untrue,
uttering words, they think, I’d like to hear.
Communicating words...

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