Best Vesper Poems

fog fingers the frost
licking, lifting lovingly
vesper of vapor...

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Her eyes, though once bright, are cloudy,
shrunken and fragile the form
that long was brimful of vigor
and a will to outlast life's storms.
She stares past a blank horizon
through a door that I do not know;
the colors she sees are memories,
scents and sounds of the long ago.

A...

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Star berry soap suds
midnight moon as my witness
River skin shoulders
shivering a quiet cool
lapsing into liquid pools~...

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Come, my sweet Vesper,
with your radiance fill this
night-body of mine....

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dew and vesper in oceanic turbulence ~ mind bobs in bottle

4/8/2018...

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Chores are completed,
and rest opens its arms 
to embrace weariness.

Satisfaction and fulfillment 
voice approval and encouragement.

Life seems brighter--
illuminated by purpose.

Anxiety is a stranger
and joy my closest friend....

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She sits in beauty seeking the night
Holding her unborn child tight 
Waiting for the day to greet her
Hold her close and secure
Knowing times may be tough
Yet the bond that is growing 
Will be enough 
To heal some of the wounds
Close some of the holes
As she...

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I lay my dark and spiraled finger 
against pure and corded wildwood,
In the wailing current
of the rich wheels of wilderness,
Before the sonant vesper 
of dreaming by a worshiping colt,
Shielded from sheaths of stone
by a tree marked in enfolding moss;
The flashing tongues of rolling air
in fluent,...

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More beauteous than Helen of Troy! 
More beauteous than all beauty queens! 
More beauteous than the foggy eves:
More beauteous than the starry beams;
Was it thou angels Who beguiled?
With thy unearthly beauty sheen! 
In far off, far off, far off well
From centuries hanging they unseen

Which name...

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More beauteous than Helen of Troy! 
More beauteous than all beauty queens! 
More beauteous than the foggy eves:
More beauteous than the starry beams;
Was it thou angels Who beguiled?
With thy unearthly beauty sheen! 
In far off, far off, far off well
From centuries hanging they unseen

Which name...

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More beauteous than Helen of Troy! 
More beauteous than all beauty queens! 
More beauteous than the foggy eves:
More beauteous than the starry beams;
Was it thou angels Who beguiled?
With thy unearthly beauty sheen! 
In far off, far off, far off well
From centuries hanging they unseen

Which name...

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Into the gloom
by Michael R. Burch

Into the gloom, beyond the point of caring, 
past fascist rows that stare and blanch and cross
and watch us always, by the sunset's flaring, 
we watch our footprints vanish. Sponge-like moss
absorbs our heavy bootheels, till the whisper
of passing from the...

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