Best Well Knit Poems

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns...

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Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl
  knit into a temporary tomb
  a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken
  observed from above
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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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"Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees clearly only with the heart. 
Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."

"Le Petite Prince"
Antoine De...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in...

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He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground

I had wondered why...
Why did...

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The vision calls me once again against this restless night
in brilliant strata gems, in timeless dreams of light.
I close my ancient eyes, and there, so...

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As the glistening jewels 
         of snow cascade like 
ballerinas pirouetting 
     ...

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A wistful smile upon her face,
Belies the look I need to trace;
For love needs not cruel rejection,
Instead it longs for sweet perfection.

Reaching out to touch...

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An ancient twilight tree now stands alone
with weakened cries of olden creak and groan;
winter’s rattling winds do rise and shake it - 

in stark silhouette...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but...

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Teddy lives in a world of strife,
Where fight for existence is stiff.
He writes poems that show his daily struggle,
As he tries to understand why there’s...

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In Silence

Sighing, gales vibrate, release the dance
Between avid oak in crimson hues -
Delicate golds, amber and carroty red
Maples delicate muse, autumn stillness, hush
Erasing the summer,...

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