Lonely Visionary Poems

As I hold back tears confronting fear I wonder if people ponder,
The image of those who plunder the innocent old and younger,
Cities becoming jungles I'm...

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Quote By Poet "To write poems, I became a poet."

As a writer I love to write,  
I hope my words will take flight.
My quest...

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Steady rock,
Through every storm, I won't let you dock,
I'll hold you close, I'll be your lock,

Till the day I die

But now the time has come...

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The Light from the Shadows

The light from the shadows of a thousand candles burning
The bright configuration of a lighthouse plainly warning
Plain sight considerations of a...

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10 o'clock am the morning 
Quest: A country side bike ride.
Molly woke Dolly and Damian.
Woke Everyone on that July 
Morning of 2038. They had a...

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Don't waste the opportunity to tell your loved ones how much they mean to you. Blessings and best wishes. 

Reach out
By Michelle Morris
20/03/2020

Reach out to...

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EARLY POEMS XX

Cameo
by Michael R. Burch

Breathe upon me the breath of life;
gaze upon me with sardonyx eyes.
Here, where times flies
in the absence of light,
all ecstasies...

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Son of the river Dai?an that flowed with much joy
Sailed into this world through ancient Edessa
Hear: He is the true harp of the Holy Spirit

Once...

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Psychic
By Michelle Morris
12/11/2022

Now that the fog has lifted
I can see the world through the lies
No one understands it
This ability of psychic minds

Born through magic and...

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In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...

Burning optics of set cycles 
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.

I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids...

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It falls softly as it tumbles...
Down from the sky darkly...
Deep in the heart of midnight.

Not a deity stirs at this moment out of time.
As young...

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I. a dark awakening

Shuddering awake feeling the freezing cold fingers still around my throat, struggling to catch my breath struggling to focus.

Finding my air. Shaking...

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Picking her thoughts 
from my fragile fragments 
broken is my world 
keeping my shards 
in little red pills

languishing in broken jars
empty of space 
and void...

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Regged are the faces 
Drowning in waste 
Lost forgotten out of place.

Gold does not fade or decay, 
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in...

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Burning my effigy
burying my remains
of mortal doubt
in this sea of tranquility
as days come in
days go out, life cycles on
morning rise
evening sets like passages of the...

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