Best Whom Poems

Regardless of whom is… 


Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed collections of envisioned truth

From the gallery they call, teeth bared
ready to rip the pain from any pore,
handing down punishment, sentences
that...

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Why He loves me, I can’t imagine.
Why He blesses me, I am unsure.
Why He values me, I don’t know.
Why He lights my soul, is unknown!

When He stills the winds, I listen.
When He moves the heart, I pray.
When He forgives my sins, I’m thankful.
When He smiles...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece,...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
               You horded...

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Our separation's taking its toll
more frequently my tears simply roll
for you, orphans of the virtual kind
from solid stock and elders fine
 
Your aims are certain, steps are sure
sad separation you endure
from friends and fam'ly, sweethearts too
by absence honed, your love holds true
 
Tho' lone my...

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I walk with a silence to my step,
as if in reality they never took place.
A shadow cast upon what has been done,
evidence misplaced.
Seconds merge into minutes, minutes which remain endless.
Days stand without weeks moments reign endless.
Does the mind play tricks, or do the thoughts stay...

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Let's sit together and talk like we used to. . .
when we were young; your voice was like a bass drum-
pumping through my brain. You were a white noise to
block out the rest of the world. 

I can never remember what we talked about but
I...

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Sometimes when am emotionally strangled 
I sit in the corner of my room
and think and blink,
also cry untill my eyes run out of tears..

When I am hurt for any reason..

My..
Mind blabbers:
"May be I shouldn't have attained birth"
Specifically ~"Not as a girl"
Why me?!!!
If only I could...

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What’s left behind is the fragrance of the lilac 
Crushed between forlorn fingers
Petals held in contorted hands 
Once lust rendered dust the terrain shall cover
Fierceness is abandoned forgiveness is given
To whom does this come, whom shall it deem
As father time allots and consumes
Pro tem I...

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How could you turn your back on him?
What has he ever done to you?
Except to give you all his love,
So innocent and true.

You disappear for years on end,
And never leave a word.
No birthday cards or Christmas days,
I find that quite absurd.

He is not alone in...

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All that you despise 
this man who now toys
A human beings eyes 
The void and how it lies

All that you despise 
Quorn covered in flies 
A guy who seems wise
Never winning first prize 

All that you despise 
This irritating noise 
of a rhymester who tries...

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He whom once I loved I now do hate
His words and actions shared a harsh disdain
Refusing to allow this bitter fate
My boundaries now exclude his bleak terrain.
To win me, he displayed a tender care;
with courtesy and flattery he disarmed.
Then when my heart was opened up...

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Today, it is a sunny Thursday morning in April, and my body
aches like it does when a rainstorm hits, and I am regrettably 
bitter about it because in this very moment in time,
I am still waywayway too aware
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My soul knows you, for your kind words
Though we shall never meet
Poetry written, friends answer
Time, as life, bittersweet

Slowly crossing this spacious Earth
Poems from no address
Empty hands stretch in silent mirth
Mind's touch, I'll confess

I've come to know the gentle heart
And always found a smile
Replies given for...

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 “I am not the body, which is but dust
I am not fickle and limited mind
To whom then comes the feral thrust of lust
Or for that matter, thoughts loving and kind.”
I am a loving child,
I come from the great I Am.
Spirit filling my very being,
from...

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