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Below are the all-time best Lily Cohen poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Dare To Love a Dragon

After a century, 
I still get sucked into the swirl of light 
Into your eyes and attached to the flare of fire 
And rumbling steps that
Shake my walls. 

Throwing back the years, in a cave I discovered and
Watched you blowing fire and wrestling
With the same invaders who tried to 
Freeze and stake me with ice.  

I counted petals in your cave, 
Yearning and yet afraid of the blowing fire
That could kill and dispel my long
Frost slumber.

Yet my steps got closer and
Dared your eyes to meet mine:
Fire and ice, an explosion, 
Through the smoke, naked,
Raining pain, I could feel you, a man
Touching my face with such 
Gentleness.

Since then, flowers come out of 
Crevices and shadows, 
Breathing life into Spring. 

Summer simmers, fireflies breeze through
Our hands.  

Fall becomes a gentle cushion, 
And Winter shivers, anticipating 
Your fire to stoke up the branches,
Crackling in flame.   

Seasons pass, I take note of the sun painting us
A majestic color and letting us
Fit it in our palms before it descends 
Below the mountain.

The moon Follows our steps home and 
Into our bedroom where your fire tames
And I count your smokeless snore into the wee hours.

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Love At Your Feet

An ebony tress flies over the meadow.
Disquietude of the heart; you look over the 
Marching troops, the veneration,
The last gleam of the marquis, 
Heading toward coiling smoke.

My wall crumbles, barreled down by war and a 
Hunger that wind can’t qualm, a thirst for 
Satin gentleness and pearl-like skin,
Amorousness swirls, 
Blending with incense perfuming,
The fervidness of hearts
Drumming, beat after beat, after beat,
Perpetual promises beyond the meadow.

Cannons pounding, reverberating reverence for our time. 
My heart deepens, cracking at the slender silhouette
That the wind can’t shake away, the vehemence of the beating heart 
Toward the meadow where the effervescence of your scent
Keeps me at your feet.

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Blanket

Blanket

A blanket of rain 
Snuffs out the licking fire
Leaving an ashen trail
And smoke coiling
Up in the air. 

A blanket of night
Shows a little ember 
Shaking its way through
The remaining warmth.

A blanket of stars
To cheer its effort 
The tiny light stoked 
Up by the wind. 

Through the blanket
Of ashes, the tiny fire waking up 
Into a phoenix, it flies.

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Hesitation

1/10/19

Hesitation

Drum, drum, drum, drum, 
The beating of the hearts, 
The air dense with uneven breaths,
Hesitation.

Intimate faces but strangers now
What a twist 
Of chances that we both muster a “hello,”
Sinking into buzz lines of music,
A sip of Flaming Dr. Pepper, 
Hesitation. 

Drum, drum, drum, drum, 
The hearts knock behind thick 
Walls, the music, 
The camouflage for the chill 
Air, static that can kill a fly
In one zap.  
Hesitation. 

A chilling war, 
A gulp of Boiler Maker
To erupt any lines, to combust, 
To blast dynamite through walls, 
To make them crumble, 
To die, 
Hesitation.

Nursing the empty cup,
The palpitation, the thickness
Of the condensing air.  
A drum of defeat,
Hesitation.
 
Leaving you in one piece
To nurse the Dark And Stormy.

Free verse style only
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

The caldera collects and cradles a
Beautiful, deep, impenetrable blue lake, 
A beautiful mirror of fire and ice 
Harmonizing, a wannabe visage.  

Snow uses caldera’s crater for its frame,
Covering it and breathing icy air
To ruffle the tops of old pine trees,
Shaking their patience with a whizz.

Snow slithers, frosts, and shrouds 
The dormant island in white blankets 
To show the caldera and sleeping fire 
The thrill that crowns its Ego 
Resounding about the unfazed lake. 

The dormant island enjoys its nap 
Exhaling gases to shoo the snow away
To play with the lake.

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Composing My Music

I close my eyes as my fingers dance and play the 
Black and white keys, finding the right lyrics.

That echo, sounds resounding, rhythms that tempo 
My heart, beating along, elevating in midair.
 
My keynotes are like a warm cup of cocoa on a cold winter day:  
The pungent sweetness touches my tongue, trails
Down to my bosom and comforts my gut for hours. 


Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver 
2/21/19

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Bang For Freedom

Bangs… shots of memories past
Take me back to where I was…

The barbed wire walls,
The plank beds
The grenades fall.

My eyes were wide open
Like a lost deer separated from the herd. 
The smoke clouding my eyes,
Even the wisdom of the elders failed;
Garlic would not ward off 
The sting grenades.

Rattans banging, bludgeons banging,
My chest dense with smoke
For the fire consumed the silhouette against the blackened sky.
My eyes were wide open
To see through the cloud of tears,
The flagging sign: SOS freedom.

Cardboard strewn, 
Hearts wounded and lost
Like lights just turned off.
The ears ring, zinging
From the bangs.
My eyes were wide open…

Now, against the blackened sky 
Shots of memories from years past:
The grenade, the rattan, and the bludgeon. 

I still see the fire ablaze
and my heart bangs
For the crickets chirping,
For the ribbits echoing,
For the night birds singing,
For the pond to cradle me, 
For the boundless grass,
For my silhouette forever burns 
In the night full of freedom.   


November 16, 2020

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My Presents

I walk on the dirt road
A suitcase in hand.
A few pairs of clothes
In a variety of colors. 
Red, white, and green, 
I select them on purpose
For I walk light and far. 

Light load on the road, I can see
The grass, the cattails and the daffodils,
They wave as if fairy wind dusting over and 
Tossing my pixy hair. 

In time for me to notice the colorful rocks
That lead me to the stream where my toes feel naked
And I welcome the current flowing. 

Crossing over the stream I find a spot. 
The balmy air is sedative.
The rock has my back
The grass pampers my feet
The wind messages my face
My pixy hair dances in tandem.

A brief reprieve 
For me to look up at the sky
To witness the cloud
Shape a star. 
I trace my name
On it, for the present,
Before the journey edges me on.  






November 9, 2020

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I Want To Fly

Through the window, I see collected raindrops rolling down.
I blow my breath, erase, and clear a small space 
To see what lies beyond.

Dripping, dropping raindrops, like 
Drops of pain easing with the blowing wind,
And separating dark clouds. 

The rain collects on the window, 
Dissipating slowly.

I open the window wide and leap out
Onto the soft wet grass, out onto fields 
Underneath splitting dark clouds.

I feel the last rain drops touching
My cocoon and before they evaporate
I feel the first rays of sun, and fly.

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The Heart Thumps Blue

Crashing like thunder, cannon fire resounds,
Pounding on the shaken walls of the heart, lamenting:
War crawls into a bottle of red wine,
Poisoning the yearning heart;
The heart thumps blue.
 
Crashing like thunder, cannon fire resounds,
Smoke coils up to the heavens.
A haunting smile and familiar embrace,
A ferreting heart longs for
A cracking bonfire,
A time to embrace:
A feather touch, a kiss on the flying ebony tress,
A molten kiss drowns in the drunken sunset, 
Slowly sinking down the horizon,
As the last fleeting rays dim;
The heart thumps blue.

Let winds lull the blackened field
The stars fall one by one,
Into the deep night;
Searching for the starlit lover
The heart thumps blue.