Best Verandas Poems

If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me

symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary day, on a May afternoon.

A teapot was held, with her...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With an old suit and hat of Granddads, I became a hobo, and with an old dress, a pillow, and a...

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If you were mine… 


If you were mine…our footsteps would

dance on moonlit verandas while 
candle light flickers enchant my heartbeat
when your arms wrap tightly around me

become symphonies played to the rhythm of your smile
as we sway in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
  Abruptness  
   Of a former world...

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A gateway, as one leads from Terra firma to the sea
Or a path leading to experiences and knowledge
A leap of faith to explore newer potentials, to free
My enslaved self, from every chain of self-afflicted bondage

My passage is not merely spatial; it's spiritual.
My space, from earthly...

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A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl
Arm in arm with their handsome beaus

A picturesque scene revels in snow
Lighted houses lined up in rows
Welcome mats 'pon verandas unfurl

A picturesque scene revels in snow
As the snow globe turns skaters whirl  

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A Lament--On The 
Quality Of Life

Those homes made 
of wood and mud!
Mud would in winters 
keep cold away
In shivering 
summers heat
And wood would give 
them an artistic 
appearance 
The tin-roofs and 
fenced verandas.

My mouth would 
water with the smell
Mom often fried at 
school time
The eggs...

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i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds

soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry

worn 
by the roots 
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs

trying to catch
a flying_fox

there has always 
been a silent 
soft echoed
beauty

dancing on the tides
from down
under

perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous dustdevils
proper form

forming
Dead-Sea
chiseled
respect

healing ones
inner folds

unfolding miracles
tucked away in moonpedicured
moments missing myriad...

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Once there was an elder who possessed a fortune vast.
He was the proprietor of lands he had amassed,
dwellings and retainers and a mansion huge and wide
but with just a single doorway to depart outside.

Though this house was broad and spacious, it was in decay.
Yet it...

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We can’t catch the breezes inside,
so we take to the porches, verandas, fire escapes.
Watch an asbestos moon rise
over steaming rooftops,
and count flags from far away cities.

Below, beetles swallow our Elm trees whole,
as I listen to the neighbors bickering
and someone else’s harmonica....

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W- When clouds gather more each day, we know winter is here to stay.
       I-  In our houses we preparing, while nature had already.
       N-  Nights become longer and darker, while...

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Title: My growing up (episode one)

I was born to a native parents 
I guess my mum was a woman of substance
Papa is so good 
I can't write too much about myself at the ages before I turned ten
I can still remember my great-grand-mother playing a...

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Kansas Poem #4

Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go 
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen 
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this 
furious black thing around!
Kindly get me the hell out of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of the earth;
I see you all; believe me.

On the receding waves...

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