Rain Lost Poems

Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy, 
the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed
when your charisma drizzled on me 
like the soothing rare summer rain...

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It happened on a Monday.
Thoughts, drifting
From one moment to the next,
Reassured by the kiss of a past,
Buried by the last chance,
Remembered by the heart who...

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On summer nights
Nostalgia's muse revives
Scent of jasmine
Fig tree fragrance fuses
Memories meander 
Minty ice cream flavours 
Add sweetness to hungry kisses

Star gazing to cricket symphony
Roof top...

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Going Home

His home, where He was from, Heaven,
eternal, everlasting, everything
good, comes from the heart who breathed hope,
the spirit whose song was never ever wrong,
it trembled...

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>In a house that once echoed with love's sweet song,
A woman now finds herself feeling so wrong.
Her husband, once tender, now distant and cold,
Leaves her...

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In the dim-lit corner of a forsaken cafe,
I dwell alone, as time slips away.
He strides in with an air of indifference,
Yet his gaze betrays no...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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In chambers filled with laughter, light, and carefree sound,
A discordant echo hangs, heavy and unbound.
A specter in the corner, draped in deep shadows,
A chilling truth...

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If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles
And drips spears of weighty waters
Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come,
Be glad for...

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Autumn gone, now winter frost,
Reflections return, times long lost.
Words, pictures plucked from air, 
Those I know are always there.

Sixty years ago and more,
When life and...

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Did you ever look up to the big bright blue sky,
I did and I saw the blue eyes of God.
I know He is watching over...

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"The pain is deep when the heart is spent"...Poet

Your face floats through my mind
in vaporous wistful dreams of illusion
   that drape over my...

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I think at first perhaps she pitied me
With my fumbling teenaged kissing
But to her as a separated mother 
I provided some love she was missing.
She...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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             Echoes of the Heart


I’ve walked this street before, through slick remnants of...

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