Romance Grave Poems

Beneath the moon’s haunting silver sheen,
Where whispers of cold night winds convene.
In dreams’ labyrinth, we’ll intertwine,
Amid shadows cast by the pale moon’s sign.

Across the veil,...

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Roses are red violets are blue...who would have thought i was into you. You are into me and I you On the deep in yet...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street

Languishing…

Under blaring lamps, the...

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Feel the icy touch of who I am now.
Am I something heaven might still now save?
I belong neither to you nor to them.
Dead and dry...

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No romance today.


The cemetery was deserted,
at the far edge of the tiny village,
shrouded in a fine sultry fog.
Large black trees threw darkened shadows
over the deserted...

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FIRE
HOOKs
BENDS
AND BREAKS CURLS LIKE A TALON.
FLAMES JUMP FROLICS
MINGLES WITH SMOKE AND SPARKS
DEEP INSIDE
AT THE CENTERS 
HELL AT THE HEART.
FURY GLOWS RAGING RED ORANGE WHITE HOT.
WOOD...

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Cockleburs

Small green weeds, 
with little seed pots, 
that stick to your socks. 

They travel with you, 
to the next place, 
that God wants them to...

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Glory in the Day

Your bright light...
is beyond beautiful. 
As You are King. 
That means everything, 
that it can and more. 
Beyond my reckoning. 

I long...

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Planning Better

The goal line is high, 
and it will take most of my life, 
to climb to the top. 
That is okay, 
as an objective...

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The Moon
(not made of cheese)

Space "cadet", 
what a wonderful word, 
that means student of the stars. 
I gaze up into the heavens, 
knowing God is...

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Blushing Strangers

The funnies things happen, 
when you go to church, 
and you are loving the Lord. 
There is a feeling that comes. 
It is HIM!...

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The Restaurant 
(55+ )

Crows eyes and acorn feet, 
What will I look like, 
When I get old?
When will that be?

Kindergarten ABC’s, 
Elementary 123’s, 
High (School)...

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The Drop

I put tissue in my purse.
Lens cleaners for glasses,
a half handful of suckers.
a kid’s book, colors and even…
a doll,  and small train set.

I...

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After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be...

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