Best Waned Poems
The Old Stream and Seasons Past...The old stream doesn’t burble
like it used to in Spring’s past -
rambunctious in youth wild it ran
racing the sun and chasing the moon
splashing leaping and tumbling
over, down and around ......
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Categories:
waned, age, appreciation, life, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Truth Found, Recovery of a Broken Soul...Truth Found, Recovery Of A Broken Soul
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In nightmarish dreams he found such great dread
Of lost hope, life's decay, eyes of the dead.
Day's clear lights his damaged mind repaired
Deep traps ......
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Categories:
waned, art, deep, farm, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
I can’t believe I thought that...I can’t believe I thought that there’d be no darkness when it’s dawn,
I’ll be your queen of hearts, even if the cosmos did crack,
‘forever’ exists as an unseen reality, and the sun will always spr......
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Categories:
waned, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Wind...Wakened, the winged and winsome wind
wandered westerly while whistling witchery.
It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -
whooshing, then whipping willows.
Worn, it waned. . ......
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Categories:
waned, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
Three Roses - a Parable...Three men each grew a precious rose
They all had different thoughts
Of how to raise and nurture them
Of the outcomes that they sought.
The first man shirked all effort
Just plunged a h......
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Categories:
waned, analogy, children, devotion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My Lunar Cycle...By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games:
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,
desecrating the peacefulness of our st......
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Categories:
waned, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Coffee Shoppe...As scented air aroused my misty mind,
a shadow broke the early morning Sun,
aromas wafting from the morning’s grind,
assured the senses morning had begun.
I felt an airy presence from afar.
U......
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Categories:
waned, allusion, beauty, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
Paranoid...O August, I feel subtle scents
of dandelion days melting,
like spring falls of delirious diamonds,
while memories of sentimental sapphires
flow amidst clouds of colorblind cruelty,
revealing......
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Categories:
waned, angst, anxiety, heartbreak,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Weaving Tears Among Saturn's Rings...She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled, as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown from an elm
She soared past di......
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Categories:
waned, adventure, love,
Form:
Verse
Beyond the Realm of Wishes...Beyond the Realm of Wishes
In sun-scorched dunes
beside a weathered sentinel
a glint ensnared his weary gaze.
A tarnished lamp /
grazed / its secrets unknown /
a genie unbound....
a muted......
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Categories:
waned, conflict, desire, inspiration, philosophy,
Form:
Narrative
Sea Glass-POTD...Walking along the beach's sandy shore,
I witnessed the ocean's mighty roar.
Sea weeds with seashells and sea glass, a tangled mess,
Hiding a treasure, a glass bottle's caress.
Within its c......
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Categories:
waned, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Voyage...
Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust...
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Categories:
waned, adventure, voyage,
Form:
Rhyme
In An Old Cathedral...She knelt upon a plank, plain oaken
(sable cloak, her mourning guise),
and sensed the breath of distant sighs,
pale shades of pain behind blue eyes…
While clasping close a cross-like token
(ho......
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Categories:
waned, loneliness, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The Old School Desk...Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitti......
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Categories:
waned, nostalgia, school, school, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Joy...Winds
raged as
fires glowed in
small frowzy shacks
that strange Georgia eve an angel was born.
The sky proclaimed that lives would re-arrange;
with Joy’s first cry,
the tempest
cha......
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Categories:
waned, happiness, lifejoy,
Form:
Tetractys