Best Wrote Poems

These are the roads I didn't take
A pause too soon, a turn too late
Lost in the love I never spoke
The poems I never wrote

Gone are the moons I didn't chase
The sun-bloomed wind I didn't taste
The skylines I left incomplete
The stars I didn't seek

Muted are songs...

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One day when I was walking 
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
           and so I wrote a poem.

Another time while driving,
in a mighty...

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The poems I never wrote are small fish -
sardines that roam the ocean of my mind.
Swift thoughts are they, and like a fleeting wish,
each flits away, and never can I find
those lines that had intrigued me as they passed
beneath my consciousness into my dreams.
How many...

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To my beloved, when the language 
of romance fades into rivulets  
rippling with reddish rage…  
Before your petal like nature
withers in the subsequent storm,
remember….

In my loneliness, I gather  
thorns and thistles,  
immune to their twinges.  
I've become too reluctant to...

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One of my favorite poets here is Craig Cornish. He made me fall in love with the sonnet. :) He coached me in getting the meter right. It has become my favorite form to write in. This is a poem Craig wrote for me. I'm...

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When metaphors play 'hide and seek,'
my shield is a veil nurturing premature petals.
Yet there are some words that become poems,
to help those who care to read 
to interpret the alchemist mystery, 
personifying personal alliterative angst.

The heart ponders... 
What will abandon me first,
my trusted muse? Who...

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With a lump in my throat, I thought "Is this it"
I never thought I would go down with the ship
 
As I floated in the sea with my life jacket on
I thought to myself "Soon- my life will be gone"
 
Some last-minute thoughts... 
had rushed...

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The poems I never wrote are exquisite
Deep clear pools that reflect and reveal their readers
Nuanced and subtle, full of symbols and hidden meaning
Peeling back new layers upon each return

The poems I never wrote are bestsellers
Attenborough voiceovers and roadhouse storytellers 
On bedside tables, dog-eared and marked...

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What a load of malarkey I just read... 
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear.  The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.

Who gave women...

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                                 What is SOUP without salt

       ...

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Consummated under sheets of inspiration,
Conceived in cryptic dreams,
Created from cloudy concentrations,
The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper.

I concealed the verse under my pillow,
Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber,
Safe from grating barbarians.
For I do not reside in a steel fortress.

But the poem demanded breath,
And I...

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It’s raining. . . . again.

As I set at the key board not saying a word.
I feel like a muted, silly old . . . nerd.

For in the past, it’s oft been said:
I talk too much. Be quiet instead.

It’s also been mentioned as I’ve voiced...

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Each season spans a quarter of a year
cold winter days can bring pure white snow,
Wintry sunshine makes snowflakes disappear
but little children don’t want the snow to go!

Spring breezes in, making the gardens bright
fragrant freesias release their sweet smell,
Many colorful flowers bring such delight
I can almost...

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(I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem)
Predator
Heartbreak comes in many ways. 
The first one will haunt me for all my days.
 My every nightmare and dream has your face 
to ignite my screams, my heart beat haste.
Time won't heal this shattered trust,
...

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I wrote a song last night,
Oh yes I did,
The bittersweet words came to me 
As fast as a locomotive train...

About a girl from the wrong side of town,
Shooting up smack to calm her down,
She was unbelievable how she stared the devil in the eye,
I couldn't...

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