Dedication Writing Poems

The colour has no caste no religion
Just fetterless as a crowned pigeon,
The sun never marks any division
What's red, green, black or saffron.

All the colour is...

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Where was it you mentioned before
A place you told me you adored
That's made known during the dawn
Inside your chamber you were the pawn.

You sit straight...

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It’s long been a tradition of mine
to welcome January with a few resolutions. 
But the played-out “New Year, New Me” nonsense
has my head filled with...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture...

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Courage cannot speak for you now
When there are ten a penny hangers on 
All suckling milk from the cow

Rivers flood with the cries of veiled...

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Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop...

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We all love the magic of stories. They've been with us since the dawn of time. 

This poem is written in support of those writers...

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The Heart Of Poetry

Lost in thoughts that fill my mind
Dreams and visions intertwined
Daydreaming takes me away
To a place where I can play

My imagination runs wild
Creating...

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Those quiet moments when we have time to look inside of us.
       Many times we don't like what we...

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Being a black man with autism is excellent, wonderful, and empowering, too. Being an autistic black man also means pure encouragement, inspiration, and uniqueness. That's...

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When you smile, roses bloom
and in their burst I find your lips of flame
When you laugh, the winter sun shines brighter,
and nature bursts with its...

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What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . .
            ...

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embers light the way
through the ash, enduring the 
cold, awaiting death...

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I wanted to write something new, so I pulled out my shot gun
I save my pen for the free styles because my sentences like to...

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for you, I'd let the world burn,
and we can dance in the flames.
even if I have to burn, too,
I'm willing to play that game.

I will...

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