Best Whelms Poems

With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear

 Virtuoso Maestro unleash 
       a Composition Grandioso
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Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison 
   Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
      The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
         Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
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As the storm rolls in, the thick dark 
clouds build up in the sky.
 
The extravagant pink, orange and yellow 
colors appear over the water as the sunsets 
across the ocean.

The flashing of lights coming from the 
storm clouds light her dimly lit face.

Feelings of...

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Behold the beauty!
a bliss! a miracle!
deep in azure cloak,stretching end to end,
at far horizon burns an amber ring,
morphing sleeping sapphire sheet in tangerine ;

harbinger of dawn!

birds rise high,dancing in skies
escorting the soothing rays,chained in feathers,
bathing every leaf and petal;
the golden disc charm the cerulean,
rising ...

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22 Years And Counting        ( Recovery From Life)


The separation of love from soul 
a dreadful death itself.
Stripped of denial, now a raw wound, 
time is the only true cure, 
requiring a rebirth of the soul again into love.
Love...

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i'd loved you before 
between karma and mirth 
i'd weathered the wrath 
of your untimely compassion 

rationed out over time 
crumbling through my frail fingers 
as dried daisies perrished 
among torn twigs
 
tampered with under 
rough gravel concrete slabs 
and rows of moss 
saturated in...

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Here I am curled up on the floor.
Im crying so hard I cant take it anymore.
I get up wipe the tears from my eyes.
To find myself writing my last goodbyes.
Only one person comes to thought.
The pain over whelms me cause its me she forgot.
I didn't...

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As I pass the Bookstore,
I can smell the parchment of opened books.
The colorful covers call me forth.
The stories continuously call my name.
The poetry asks me why I’m not there.
My poems chide me to hurry and sally forth.
Here my need to write attacks my soul.
As passion...

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It comes every once so often
Seeking the searing cry of pain
With the persistence of starving men
     It finds the throne to reign
Pushing and pushing until I rhyme
Against my will I would do this
Its determination to them cry
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ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES

Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes 
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.

Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay...

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I cross the realms from morn till night.
I ride on dragons with wings of might.
I search for you without delay
and ask the Fates to show the way.

I fly above the cotton clouds
in sun before the night enshrouds.
I seek the paling saffron skies
to catch the trail...

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Like secret water
hidden inside the stone
love of my mother flows
unconditionally with life at stake
for her depth and unbridgeable width
I need not go to any sea
in search of my existence.

A knock at the soft corner of her heart
and she hands with care
plentitude of bliss and brimming...

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pips
pine
poses
perfect
perfectly
perfected
perfecting
perfectionism
perfectionistly so
he played his harp
only heard in the dark
shadows shattered rest
broken by silences test
waves wane on sound
vibrations are bound
touching chaotic'ing realms
brushing neurotic'ing whelms
blushing arts streaming scars
prancing like gleaming shards
glancing with seeming stars
romancing  loves branded 
regaurds
only heard
in
the
dark
he played his harp
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As he lays there with a smile, her turns over and glares into her face...the love over
whelms him..as he thinks back to the night that passed...the passion that flowed through
their body at such a fast rate...the love he craved was giving to in him in...

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Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!  

Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands...

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