Best Waywardly Poems

             in the pursuit of shadows
         i found myself lost in darkness,
             ...

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Rainy Day



One can be so lazy on a rainy day

Clouds so grey, sun is kept at bay

My world inside is as bleak as outside's

My mood, is but a subway train ride

           Early to sleep, late...

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Wild women of Woolie Woods of Oakie Snout
Whispering wise words within and without
Whimsical wisdom with wishes whisking waywardly
We mortals held back, observing but giving space, willingly

Whatever they were saying was well above my head.
Warlocks would wonder what Woolie Woods said.
Wishing and wondering, we held back,...

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willowy billowy daydreams 
whirlwind of playful fantasy
worshiping mystical moonbeams
waywardly sailing on a sea

warm starry midnight serenades 
welcoming beckoning mermaids
whispering invite warm extremes



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on June 9, 2018 for contest PLEIADES sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 3RD...

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we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock 
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like...

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Foot after foot each stride unto peace
waywardly silent chasing the sunbeams.
Delving deep rooted to hedgerow low
farther from tumult the further I go.
Diving for cover and driven in sorrow,
ambling vacant through depths of dead leaves.
Submerging from strife and a fierce mire of wrath.
A surging relief as...

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Whimsically
Whacky
Wonderful
W
Whether
We
Would
Willingly
Write
Wee
Wisps of
Wisdom
While
Wishful
Wanting
Wanders
Waywardly into our
Writs of
Writing.
Whimsically
Wonderfully
Whacky
W, you are so
Worrisome!...

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“I can’t fit in, anywhere!” she screamed at the wall in her room, her face flushed, nausea rising from the inbred self-pity.

She looked down at her phone, “No one?” she murmured as a few solitary tears began to rise up, bubbling up from deep inside...

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In regard to human's such abject abyss and absurdity, we can't help questioning: can human still be indulgent in the virulent vainglory having shaped their pretentious and dangerous preconception of a human-centered and human-dominated cosmos? can human waywardly go on with their ecologic vandalism having...

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Tragedy walks to the beat of tone deaf tears...
falling waywardly onto shifting shores,
unsure of anything around him.
 
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It had been ninety three hankering hours 
since we had last spoken. 
A little rift had set our bond adrift. 
This pacing evening, I heard 
a sudden drop in my front door mailbox. 
Thinking it was the wind, I didn't respond quickly. 
The sound of...

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Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark 
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard

Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been...

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Strange are Lord’s ways to punish, 
The folks have to learn with polish. 

When torture reaches the climax, 
God reveals His power max. 

Let’s be flora and fauna friendly, 
Avoid all our ways savagely. 

When we wander waywardly, 
When we whine wildlife weirdly. 

History repeats...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's 'Blowing in the Wind'


Our journey takes on different roads
we make our choices and our beds
no rest for the weary till we're all dead

Time is not our faithful ally
its intentions waywardly dubious
yet fate lays here in our hands

Don't pretend you can't hear...

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Earth, a planet under siege,
Longing to be freed.

She was once free as the wind.
That is, until in came sin.

Earth is not  realing and deteriating
Merely because of man's abuse.

And she's not crying from overuse;
But rather, she longs to be redeemed;

To be restored, revived and renewed.
Indeed,...

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