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Best Poems Written by Evan Blache

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Surge

Grey skies
Dark tones
Enclosed by cold

Dark soil
Dulling peat
Around your feet.

Wand’ring eyes
Raised heads
Heavy hearts of lead.

Sullied Gold
Sullied Hearts
Seeking Sapphire Love

Sapphire, Love.
Downcast, love.

Surging into an array of emotions:

Violet feelings 
White Emotions
Beige Thoughts 
Hazel feelings
Reclusiveness
Resilient, yet filled with loneliness 

Fading light
Diming Tones
Barren Void

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Snow Angels

Snow is falling.
Snow angels around me.
Quiet, but so calming.
I look up and see a beautiful sky
I look up and see an ivory moon.

Oh what an obsidian night
Peaceful despite no stars.

Though the snow is lovely.
The night is frigid.
Frigid, and chilling.
Still and cold.

I see angels,
Covered in snow.
Snow angels.

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Clouds

?Sky?
?A canvas of emotions?
?Flying through lovely azure?
?And golden tones?
?Clouds of iv’ry?
?Soft as satin?
?Carrying me into dreams?
?Sky?
?The sea of happiness?
?Flowing into a river?
?Moving me so calmly?
?Peacefully and soothing ?
?Blissfullness on a cloud?
?But clouds?
?While soft like satin?
?Can just be a veil?
?Going from iv’ry?
?Turning to sable?
?Slowly changing it?
?Covering the sun?
?Greyness?
?Ashen skies?
?So melancholy?
?Dullness?
?So temperamental?
?Dreamy?
?And dole?
?Weighing down?
?Like a burden?
?But clouds?
?Can clear?
?Lifting weigh off you?
?Going from heavy?
?And unbearable?
?To light?
?Floating smooth?

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Evening

Oh beautiful sky, 
oh ivory moon
Oh beautiful obsidian night with lovely luminous stars.
Your rays glitters upon me.
They dance on top of my head.
How amazing to be in the presence of a splendid eve.

Vibrant, brisk, air gust upon me
Tender sunsets disappear.
The beauty of such planes makes me cry... 

The evening makes me smile

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Who Do We Call Them

Walking
Running
Bringing impending doom.
Who are they?
They claim they're heroes.
But not a single hero was there that day.
Who are they? 
They say they are Patriots.
Peculiar for traitor to say.
They screamed and shouted
Creating such violence
They screamed and shouted
Spewing out venom.
The blue showed up
Not even stopping them.
Nobody seemed to stop them.
Why aren't they stopping them? 
Why? 
Why?
Why?
Because,
They are one and the same
One and the same.

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Compassion

Oh Compassion!
Sweet like a flower.
Compassion!
Warm like the sun.
Kind and caring.
Sweet and sharing.
Lovely and bold.
Compassion.
Peaceful and still.
Compassion.
Cozy like a blanket 
Soft like a feather.
Soft like a cloud.
Such sweet and lovely tones.
Compassion comes from love.
Compassion.