Best Yond Poems

Never will I see pine trees,
or dream of whistling wind in leaves,
hear the moaning of the trains
in lonely nighttime southern rains.

Sunshine wakes a cross at...

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In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a...

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A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Not a thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away...

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Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
Aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art yet
Ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth,

And if beheld by...

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My God!
what's in yond wind yee broke
doth burn mine eyes 
and make me choke.

Such bitter breeze
such wafting savour 
assaults mine senses
which flee in terror!

No sewage...

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*Image of Lovers Night by Pinterest.

Tale of The Night Movers

Hail, a phantom moon
traversing its cloaked
chambered recesses
of her prevalent crown.

Unspool gently and host
minding eyes immersed 
within...

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Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
          Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
   ...

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a man of letters he came
twenty yards of years ahead
& raised the old lion of envy
in many a soft & good heart
of some peers –

&...

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*Image of The Collection Plate by TPW.

The Epiphany of Three Men of the Cloth

My submission is of an objective accounting that had scintillated at my...

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I would rather be a hammer than a nail. "Yes i would, if I could, out
in the open ocean," would I sail.
If I could, and...

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AUDIO: Danse Macabre by Busy Strings.

Lint's Aura

Dignity gliding,
Resplendent in red was I,
Generous eyes felt,
Occurrences display me,
Stellar launched my existence.

Wardrobe visit hung,
Collection of new threads fills,
Close-knit...

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Dactylic Pentameter




Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town.
Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths.
Ye do...

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*Image of Vulnerability by The Conversation.

Coma

Endeavoring eyes opened
to the nothingness ere it.

Harkening labyrinths aches
to the silence yond.

Alone spoke I and
loneliness echoed
in faint whispers.

There remains
a trace...

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I seem to of late to live between an inner life of double doubt and life aberrant that relates to a coincintude that female hate...

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O’ I ponder, ponder, of yond rich skies
of that faint  weary life that's passed me by 
beyond the echos of  shattered dreams
of a...

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