Autumn Best Friend Poems

In twilight's tender embrace, we stand,
Whispers of sorrow, drifting like sand.
Heart heavy with the weight of goodbyes,
Farewell echoes in tear-stained skies.

Ephemeral moments, like petals they...

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In the realm of dreams, where echoes dance,
"Imagination" takes its chance.

Sparkling realms and cosmic hues,
A kaleidoscope of fanciful views.

I soar on whispers of fantasy's breeze,
Through...

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In the tapestry of divine embrace,
Aspect of God, woven with grace.
Indivisible from the cosmic whole,
A presence ensouls, a sacred soul.

Feeble form, ordained to unfold,
On earthly...

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I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding...

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a peppermint garden's plea

steep in water set me free

love my mint story

sip feel the glory

thank you so for choosing me.
...

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Au revoir oh perilous freedom...

Since pledging my troth
to the missus July 25th, 1996
after the comma error
punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium.

Ever since the notions
of life, liberty...

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What happens when your voice is lying 
But the monologue in your head believes you're not?
A full tank of gas, a million excuses to leave...

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A mountain is hidden in the heart of sadness
Under the rain, the tears have been sung
Look in the dark mirror of my heart
The tired voice...

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A cup of coffee in the morning,
While the cat jumped over the fence.
The sun rising over the horizon,
Begining life’s quest with a six pence.

The smell...

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Cheering you to start this day 
So, hey 
I have a poem to portray
that you are the one I need everyday 

Feb 17th it is,...

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Inspired by Sandra Oh's character, Cristina Yang, from Grey's Anatomy. She says to Ellen Pompeo's character, Meredith Grey:

"You are a gifted surgeon with an extraordinary...

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Let Dust Blur The Pages
 
By Phan Tan Hai
     
Let's close the pages, where the dreams still linger
let pen and ink...

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In the coldest zephyr,
I heard your voice as an elegy in the gust of wind

" I am the pen,
 and  you are my ink.
Together,we...

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Fire-engine 
Now that it is autumn going towards winter
I often think about morbid things to avert this 
I think of what I liked as a...

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Thinking about you and the world outside,out of wilderness of despair, setting sail like a castaway, praying to find a better day. Being rescued by...

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