Best Wilts Poems

~It's Out There~

Green colored field 
A flower without the sun 
Wilts from distrust 
now washed away 
by the man storm

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When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven,...

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“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you...

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 When love blossoms, in full bloom, the rose of bright 
scarlet dances with sculptured petalled passion
 as alluring fragrance enchants to ignite
senses and heart...

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maybe someday this heart will no longer hurt for the innocent souls

as every child's turquoise dream turns into a sea of bleeding bullets

every mother's fruitful...

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In my poetic garden, where petals breathe with light - I feel evergreen.
Among ruby roses I see butterflies take flight - I feel evergreen.

Roaming under...

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Season of death kisses in hues,
of gold, auburn and blood red views.
Cold air wraps around like a quilt.
Morbid clouds veil my sun with guilt.
As tears...

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"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves..." - Virginia Woolf

When sun grows...

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Closure eludes my clasp 
Love wilts, somehow lasts
The destination beyond my grasp

The dream decays day by day 
Your light, which never fades
Simply stopped shinning my...

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Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:

the budding void that stamps an...

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It was tranquil sultry August, and the birds were singing,
The insects were all buzzing, and toad frogs were springing.

And I was deep in the mountains,...

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Seeing my Daddy in black and white moves my emotional colors
into a vibrant rainbow that was Daddy made decades ago.
Only twenty-seven in the photo, Dad's...

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Against a browning hill 
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched; 
some drops release to softly fall 
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months...

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filling the radio with words of availability
lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s”
in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection
Jane,...

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--- BEFORE---

love birds coo coo  coo
mouths holding honeymoon hands
sailing rapture glow

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