Best Withdrawn Poems

St Anthony's orphanage was founded some thirty years ago
For homeless and orphaned children, by a priest Father Angelo
Every child was made welcome; race and religion...

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Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.

Attached to shovel handles were the arms...

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How sad when things are too far gone -
when pleasures once you knew
are things no more to smile upon.
This plight for some is all too...

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A Tree is Like a Blank Book

A tree is like a blank book
that nature writes her seasons on 
In Winter black branches woebegone
With snow and...

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POTD 6 Mar 2020

Oh, where are those waves
of bygone days
that caressed and rocked
on hearing you cry?
‘Sleep little ship’ I'd murmur low
while ocean crooned her soft...

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"Whose woods these are I think I know" - Robert Frost

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A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side.
Its merciless intensity was destined to collide
with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground
all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune...

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The night lingers, yawning, 
Stretching its limbs across the sky;
It lies there so silently, so languidly
As if awaiting the early rays of morning
To come by-...

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My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen

The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in...

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Some boys with cheek play hide and seek within a house condemned
their faces gaunt reflecting want that’s hard to comprehend.

With veiled excuse an old recluse...

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Without doubt a small isle but one of natural beauty
Such a tranquil green place, the Isle of Innisfree
Set in Irelands Lough Gill in the County...

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Who is this man laying beside me?
You’re not my lover and I’m not your enemy
Searching and hoping for a familiar touch
Wanting and needing it just...

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Frozen enchantress
Of beauty untold
Sought for 
The glacial summer.

Soul withdrawn 
By painful slumber.
Eyes of silence,
Cold lips of fury.

Auspice of death
Cast
The twisted tongue 
Of water.

The vile plunging
Of...

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Whispering wings fluttering by -
purple and pink; orange and red.
Sapphire and green ones caught my eye
as they shimmered over my head.

Enchanted, I then ran behind
whispering...

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"Sometimes, we are stabbed by life's death knife: 
and we fall into grief, detached, and introverted,
but, with courage, we spread our wings and soar!"

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