Best Wonder Poems

from the sky’s black velvet cloak
points of light emanate 
drawing the wonder of all who see

but are these sequin stars
or tears in the fabric of heaven
from which our lost loved ones look down
smiling to let us know they are happy

one special star
reveals a most welcome...

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i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map 
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up or down
yet they never vary in their species 
the sun rises in the East
the full moon is gravid with romance
birds...

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Every night,from my little window

I watch billions of  stars

luminating the blue-black sky

And every night

my thought is filled with you

knowing you are somewhere there

Somewhere in the same world

In a better city,in a different time

and in another day

Every night I wonder

 about what you're  doing

in...

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bee pollinates blooms
hummingbird nips at nectar
     flurry of wee wings...

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I wonder,
If ever the fruit thanks the tree
For helping it grow and  becoming
ripe.

I wonder.
If the tree ever thanks its roots 
For keeping it standing and for the nourishment
They provide.


I wonder,
If ever the roots thank the ground
For supplying a firm base to plant themselves
In search...

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I wonder

If ever, a day would come 

That

You and I, my friend  

Would 

Refer to ourselves not:

As American, Asian, or European  

As black, yellow, or white

As Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist 

As friend or foe

But 

Simply as brothers 

Inhabitants of this planet 

That

Care and...

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« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?

What if
that love made sense
and the doors of heaven were open
to the voice of ardour 
that could raze every single fence
we...

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A bird is a wonder
    flying in the air
    hopping on the ground
    or warbling a song
  Pure entertainment all day long

  A bird is a curiosity
    cocking his head this...

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All the evergreens are greener
And the pines are darker skinned
Only leaves that bear the burn marks 
Are the witnesses of wind.

On the grass the dew is frozen
In a spiders web of white
And the cold that bites my fingers
Makes me wonder as I write.

How did winter...

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I wonder as I wander
From head to heart to soul
If life is like an empty game
Or more, an empty goal

If passion is the price we pay
For pure and perfect peace
If people are the problem
Or the path to our release

For who I am and what I...

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On earth, as it is in heaven,
Or the Bible tells me so--
I wonder if in heaven,
Will the winds of autumn blow?

Or will there be a garden,
Will the morningglory grow--
I wonder if in heaven
Will the springs of summer flow?

And just beyond the pearly gates
Will the seasons...

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to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we became lovers
in another time, another place

to find dust-filled treasure in yesterday
where some of the faces quickly fade
others pause, as I...

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I wonder why on winter night so cold
as darkness looms and daylight takes her bow
that I am feeling loneliness take hold.

I wonder what it is she’s doing now;
perhaps she’s letting poetry console
emotions that her life does not allow.

I wonder why I feel I’ve lost control
and...

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Often I wonder, is it worth it 

Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons

Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to...

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I can’t see the muses,
Before they steal my heart.
There are simply no excuses,
For the wonder they impart.

I can’t see the wind,
Before it attacks the calm,
Leaving me resigned,
For storms who recite their psalm.

I can’t see the change,
Before it calls out my name,
It can feel so strange,
For...

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