Best Wreathe Poems

A purple temperature within my gloves—
For this night, the bleak snow is on and on,
Which I am gathering your meaning of—
For our knit in-between is slowing, gone.

I'm to your losses; snowflakes lavender,
And straddling the fence, the timbre aches—
On your mauve dress, redeeming ice sheets turn;
In...

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Fly me to the moon
                              And let me play the stringed tunes,
    ...

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Swift bee, the gilded messenger of bliss,
    Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span,
What draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss?
    Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker can
    Carouse with dreams and dizzy waves of sleep,
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Silver floats the moon and boughs slender sway,
fleeing on her trembling breath
her light feet braves.
Rising of the lea in the dappled grey,
As she wore her verdant robes,
on her vestal form in surging waves.
He shielded her beauty in his embrace..
Her golden showers 'tween their stillness clasp,
as...

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"At Times I Wonder"
By M. Taha Effendi

(Nazam)

At times I wonder what life would have been worth
Spent cloaked in soft shades of your sable tresses
If ill-fated darkness that shrouds my  wrecked hearth
Was slayed by vigorous radiance of your eyes' recesses

Oblivious to earthly callings would it...

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For the luscious pure air, I breathe,
My life story hang round a wreathe.
Bed so soft to curl up and sleep,
Fragments of my life within, deep.
 
A gift of family outspread,
Closeness of love and joy so led.
Even tearful moments of grief,
Of loved ones, yet though time...

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Who was the fair youth that Shakespeare wrote of? This young man whom nature loved far too much to create as a woman, so she endowed him with something “extra” so that he could be useful for “women’s pleasure”?

Who was this man- so fine, so...

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It's blisteringly faithfully rot,

it's intangible as it's deserving of all,

so many signs,
and signatures to boot...


The wreathe in the sky,

the tree rotation eye,

end of all eagerness,

dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..

The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,

and an evening star,
 
and a really...

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Autumn Haiku

for your eyes only
as leaves fall upon teardrops
nature in meltdown

The Last Act

Leaf of life mutates
to waltz within winds of change
woodland stage awaits

Autumn's Way

nature's erosion
wreathe of gold yellow and red
death for to give life

© Harry J Horsman 2015



for Skats contest
all poems inspired by the 10...

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MIST OF LIFE

A thumb being sucked 
As little feet kick
The exuberance of life
A heartbeat so quick

A distant drum
One heart shared by two
A spirit from God 
We deny it - but knew!

There is no voice
No way to resist
The Hippocratic Oath 
Here, doesn't exist!

Nothing for pain 
So...

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Pep Guardiola
they will wreathe a garland of Catalan cut gladiola
for that pretentious Olympian brow
but that horrid tie and collar - that's just not Arsenal somehow....

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Perfect Angel

I ended up having a lobotomy,
Brain won't remain inside of me;
After having had a tonsillectomy
Ceased to exist each one will be.

They already removed my appendix
And made sounds like Jimmy Hendrix;
Now no longer were they ever in site
Am a little lighter which was alright.

Then I...

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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul 
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.  
- Emily Dickinson 

 

My search for gold dust glow in harvest moon 
depletes me when once fertile ground’s plucked bare....

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Yes, maybe you could wear my shoes
Perhaps you’d walk and last all day.
As light relief it might amuse
Skills for my life you may display.

I’m sure some insights you could gain
Perhaps you’d walk a thousand miles.
Grasp sound knowledge of my domain
Then lay judgement upon my trials.

No.

My...

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Elements Part II-Wind
Sponsor: Brian Davey 


Brisk breeze beyond the bluster of the buzzes from bumblebees,
great gusts gifted and granted toward the garden full of greaves.

Coiling curves within curls created contingent upon the current,
tangled and torrential twines taking the sea towards the turrent.

High temperatures are hazardous...

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