Best Vanished Poems

Two beach chairs sit side by side, one beneath
a red umbrella.  They face a sea
that curves along the shore out to
where a lone white sail now drifts
. . . where blue of sea meets sky
and land’s vanished, like
the occupants 
of those two
wooden 
chairs.

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your gaze met mine...

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The eyes of my soul cried when we parted
violins filled my heart with shades of black
washing away musical tones we created
they have vanished and will never come back

The sad  strings empty my heart's chalice
to leave a pain-filled and cracked wormwood mind
that spilled my heart's...

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When you pour out your soul,
words so fully drowning the page,
Then your thumb hugs delete,
your mind filling with rage. 
Eloquently written, to be deemed
"one of your best"
So you summon the growth which 
lays the pen down to rest. 
It spoke as it tumbled in description
so...

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VANISHED

We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.

Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal spirit sliding
In the temporal rift as if a doorway has...

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The clouds pass silently above
On their way to infinity;
Sojourners drifting in the sky;
Compliantly acquiescent
to whims of dominating winds.
Our paths to perpetuity
are like those hovering above:
Short time stays in this dimension
crammed with egregious egotism;
Marvel at insignificance
as though it were significant.
Our egos pass, notwithstanding,
into amnesic nothingness....

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ONE DAY I SAW YOU SMILING INTO THE SUN LOOKING SO PEACEFUL.

WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD WITH NO WORRIES IN YOUR HEART.

I WAS STANDING IN YOUR PRESENCE HOLDING YOUR HAND WITH NO ONE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS AHEAD OF ME.

THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN...

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Your words are sad they say
Your heart cant simply feel that way
Way to broken to repair these days
Way to hurt to ever return
Return to the days of joy and tears
Return to the people who left her there
There in the cold to fend for herself
There all...

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Grandma's misty blue eyes  sparkled
A small smile lingered on her tiny soft lips
When I seated on her sapphire blue satin bed
Her powdery blue boudoir always wove magic
Like snow and sky romancing behind netted curtains
My decade old eyes were arrested by 
Her sapphire glittering on...

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There he sat trembling, cowering in fright,
Twilight's pall submerging shadowy form;
His green eyes distinctive, piercing the night,
Body arching with each drop of the storm.
My wife signaled me: "Let's help keep him warm."
She scooped him up, took him to our small dorm.

Cats like to drink milk;...

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On caparisoned, filleted camels do they 
Over the great, soft, tawny sands 
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them, 
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the 
"Men In...

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A gold carriage
sped me away
one happy day-
the world to see.

Now vanished is
youth’s luxury.
Ahead of me,
a pumpkin waits.


Written Aug. 6, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
for nette onclaud's RIDE ON A PATHYA VA Poetry Contest
Theme: Carriage...

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I planned a trip to take me back to yore
to find the loving days of long ago,
back home to all the friends we used to know
and the familiar sweetness of before.
But there are none that we knew anymore,
they've slipped away, the ones whom we loved...

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When I was young, my father wrote poems, lovely poems, in Yiddish.
In one poem, he called me, his only son, his 'kadish'l, the one who would recite the Kaddish, the Prayer for the Deceased, for him upon his passing.
It was a touching poem, one which...

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