Best Waking Poems

In endless moments waking

Alone she sits at twilight
to dream of shimmered lace
While staring at the moonlight
reflecting on her face

The winds of change are brewing
through evergreens they call
To question what she’s doing
believing in it all

Her heart begins to travel
with wishes sent a far
As boundaries unravel
to touch...

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I stood on the step by the unopened door
Far from the meadows that precede the shore
Grasped tight the railing I longed to explore 
Searching for truth in the lies

Looked at the mat as it welcomed me in
Wondering when all of this would begin
Washed up and...

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Every morning, before my caffeine 
I enjoy waking up with Ilene.
No, it's not what you think -
I wake up with her INK;
The fun thoughts of her daily routine!

She writes poems day out and day in,
With an admirable discipline.
Every day, a new post
Of the topic that...

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I waken to a rush of sound and light.
Somebody honks a horn as cars whiz past.
My friend has driven us into the night
and to a place where life is moving fast.

I sit upright so I might take it in.
The skyline is a smear of pulsing...

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The sun sneaked through the curtain,
And lightened up the place,
Where you'd normally lay your head.

And as I lay alone, beside you,
I can almost feel your breath,
Upon the back of my neck.

I drag myself into the day,
And for a second I see you in the mirror,
Sitting...

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backside, front slide
whatever celtic profile
drips into the moon's pool
shawls twirl of mirrors unbidden
phrases and alphabets of waters wander
collapsing around the waist of marbles unturned

shelter me with a thousand
embraces from the moon's blankets
the wind torments me with granite whistles
when mother dusk wails for morsels of ...

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I woke this morning to the sound of sleet tapping on my windows but after several minutes there had been a hush. I looked out and saw a soft blanket of snow. Not in itself cause for wonder, but in New Orleans it's very unusual....

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i was sleeping to be a beauty
struggling to be a queen
i was carrying the dead weight
of having no self-esteem.

my self worth had diminished
i did not seem to care
all i wanted was his love
i wanted him to care.

i felt sorry for myself
rock bottom i had hit
the...

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Waking the demon

Do not try to conceal your lies
I know there is no truth inside
The words you spit are just to hide
For nothing good comes from lies
You will just get lost in your mind
Brewing slowly the blackness becomes
Overwhelming storms if deceit
Ones that drag and bury...

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Only he will remain

With or without a song in his heart
He wakes up humming the tune of treason
Bitter, like the taste of the drugs that remain from the night before,
     he walks a long road only to find himself at home

Can...

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Dew slips down the gentle leaf,
Unburdened by the sunlight’s reflecting
Grace over the mountains, misty
With remembrance, beautiful like the burning
Wonder of a painting, only these colors
Can’t be created by any hand other than the One
Who created the stars, the dew, the sun…
The One who created grace...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room.
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Waking To Morn, Romance And Purest Joy

Blessed sky! thy shine sets aglow
  Fine dreams of life, cravings for more,
Murmurings of love's streaming flow
     Deep pleasure -- magnificent shores--
	 Warmth of bodies firmly entwined
Sensual romance, blazing flames
That of heavenly bliss defined
Treasures...

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The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are...

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One good ear to the quiet pillow,
one bad ear to the unheard fright,
between, one step from the waking
or sleeping door to the end.
One for the price of two,
clutched with the value of half.
Two eyes toward the edge of light
or sealed at the core of the...

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