Best Urns Poems

The Goddess Of Blessed Redemption

She gave me a foundation of love's pleasures
complete with wondrous bountiful measures
she a gentle goddess of golden hues,
swept this heart away,...

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Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the...

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The endgame 

And the cemetery was
nowhere to be found
yet was so present
in the shallow depth
the graveyard of the mind

No tombstone unturned
fragmented torn and twisted 
sorrow...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" 
               ...

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My soul urns for justice and it’s own freedom why is this sh** keep me awake and everything else continuously makes me break I am...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with...

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All Bottled Up

Bottlenecks are one thing driving down the road
Making one late for work is another
Cumbersome, slow and an all time low

Containers made from glass...

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			The Test by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

	What’s an antipoet:
a trader in urns and coffins?
a priest who does not believe in anything?
a general who...

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I once awoke in a
Storm of color
When the Persian sky of
Scheherazade made lovers quiver and
Table milk
Spilled in luxury over your
Perfected fingers.

It was only later
When the...

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Man of the sea, why are you departing, forever away,
 touching a sail on the ship that glides, fading as a wave?
 Winds of seas...

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Lucidity (A Weavers Sonnet)

My eardrum bounces words like tennis balls,
and gathers urns of grief with mournful walls.  
Why must I wrestle with the weight...

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People come & go, that’s the cycle of life
One minute you know them the next they’re a stranger
Different me’s come & go, that’s the cycle...

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It was a Victorian garden with winding paths,
          With a formal terrace and a conservatory;
 ...

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I've dreamed of something special for quite some time,
a vacation I've envisioned that would be simply sublime.
I'll be leaving from Miami on a round-the-world cruise
and...

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