Best Wayside Poems

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I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all...

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Agendas in modern schedules,
drive us to our personal goals,
and we rarely look to the wayside,
where lies unfortunate souls,
whose dreams are lying in tatters,
dispirited with broken...

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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a tangle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust, quivering
unto fissure of grass where my heart scrapes,
as if the air denies unanswered questions
so...

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Trinkets of touch saved for memories keeping
Traces of love we now lock in our hearts
Days never end as the mornings beginning
Tears find their path in...

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 More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary...

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I love the night,
wandering in wide tranquil countryside,
in the dim light of the pinhead stars,
with their intricate constellations,
a nocturnal symphony that helps give directions
to wayward...

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To seek a twist that turns a soul, toward two open hands,
A street wise urchin scours the lanes, where likewise understands,
And so the circle quickly...

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Cecropia, transported through the night
on satin wings lined white in their design,
hovers over innocence by moon’s shine.
A fragrant bloom has stopped him in his flight,
and...

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The Holy Spirit is like the wind which, comes and goes

Cascading diamonds of Light....

Swept into the breeze; met by Clouds of comfort

Cherubs, whom disperse its...

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Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And...

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It has been said you are all just bricks in the wall -
confined and coffined in concrete, your moments
magnified in mortar, souls stone-stippled.

But listen: you...

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Manchmal träume ich davon,
ein Stein zu sein,
der einfach nur so
am Wegrand liegt,
ohne eigenes Leben
und ohne Vergangenheit,
Gegenwart
oder Zukunft

Manchmal träume ich davon,
ein Baum zu sein,
der fest im...

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...comes the force of awakening 
                   ...

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Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.

Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through...

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How different we are
And in the way we act
In love and romance
A heart filled pact
 
It can start out so good
To a thunderous applause
And fall...

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