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Best Poems Written by Kevin Minchin

Below are the all-time best Kevin Minchin poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Purple City

In the palate of a rainbow purple is my muse , such depth, such splendour it entrances the eye it fixates only on it 

This is the colour of great many things, it may be the lavender of lilacs, or the boldness of a ripe juicy plum , may be that designer plush velvety chair which up on you sit 

Purple is represented by royalty on the crown it is displayed with regal attention one must pay 

It can be found as amethyst so stellar in its purity , attractive to the bitterness of skeptics, set in the finest of jewelry there it lay 

A colour like no other , it’s quite awe is displayed in the cherished summers dusk , that brings solace to the waiting mind

It pretties up the scenery of the naked forest and speckles it in kind 

Sensory bliss , euphoric, a constant for a master piece work of art , unique with a pleasure so appealing for all to witness that the heart can see 

A Purple Heart for valour, the pleasing touch of velour , the only colour of a vintage El Camino as on drives off into the sunset , purple it the muse for me

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Plain Clothed Ideas

in to the forever one finds the cure for the hurt , a plain of conscience , may be a dream  , or the thought of the day , unlock it , or into the forever it will stay,

who is the i in me , does any one ever fathom this quaint reality , in a mirror do you see me i or you , will the answer be enough , may be no answer is enough, and so the truth tells lies , and the lies tell truths 

in a dark place shadows will be your friends , in the light of day friends can fade away like the shadows of the night , separation will fuel the honor of friendships, keep the those shadows at bay, there is laughter in that honor, ah good times 

one might wish in the dreams they have , nightmares might keep them there , the struggle is not to awaken the plight is which one suits you best , the show will end if the curtain falls , eyes open with applause 

love and kindness is caring and wellness , its a matter of heart , its a matter of desire , love is platonic, love is romance , in the scheme of life poetic passion , will partner you , with one true other half

there is a quiet place , it  lies inside ones mind , all emotions play there own games and that once quiet place is sullied by the loudness of these games , the battle with in , the solace with in , the enjoyment with in , the whispers of grandeur wins , a happy smile is the final check mate

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Angelic Companion

saphire blue , eyes that capture , eyes that captivate , a love struck trance , breathes life into an open yet vacant heart , they sear and tattoo the mind with the absolution of complete emmenance of adoring love .

shine like precious gems to be sure , sending an invitation into heaven ,an invitation into euphoria ,bliss, and tranquility , a universe onto its own into forever they fill the spaces in between spaces , the soul is now blessed.

ever so deep are these windows into life, they allow for true escape , undivided attention is never lost , an ocean of peace and caring dance in there glistening shine , wisdom and whimsy with a touch of playfulness is the mark left in the heart.

romance and passion is sure to be found in such an island of pleasure , soft and tender , cautious , and courageous , dreamy and kind , to look away , dare not , these eyes , now take the journey to an escalade of new heights , could this really be, not a dream and no wishes needed.

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Imagination All Over the Place

So a cold winters chill steadies across the baron plains of the earth , ice and snow cover it like a patch blanket , with the narry a sign of life , echoing is the sound of old man winter howling and crackling as what seems the day never breaks . 

A silence so Erie as to be deafening, the moon shines that shadows this desolate place of great vastness , call it the wild or call it the true test of life , it has an awesome scene of nature to be reckoned with , thus is meant for a challenge , dare to project yourself into this ominous reality. 

This place of a harden atmosphere can test the bravest and strongest of any persons iron will , a question of survival tattoos the mind , to be apart of such fierce and dramatic endurance, a setting not unlike a nightmare, what is the just means , pontificating a plan that does not come to a sound conclusion. 

The paradox of night and day are like twins looking into a mirror , ice and snow pelting the grass , the trees and the rocks , musically it knifes through the air so freezing as to look alive it is alive . 

The wind howling , the wind burning , the wind a formidable foe , to realize its raw power can strike a blow to a once courageous will , it does not let up it never sleeps searing the soul , will it break an already tired spirit, never , never , never . 

This force of nature is like a double edge sword , it plays a game of being calm and serine , even has  slight repore of peacefulness, but on the it’s razor sides edge can pierce trough anything in which protects you and pushes one to the brink , trapped in its snare trapped in its ravenous plight . 

Man in its vanity and narcissistic ego will not abandon this fight , it’s a such a challenge like no other , it does not quit , it will not falter , belief is what one makes of any obstacle, the strength of the mind is the one enigma the piece of a never ending puzzle , it’s vulnerablity is its valour, it’s immaculate design choose to believe choose to endure play your own game this is a virtue to be a calculated strength , peace with in , peace.

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Courage

In the bleakness of disparity, the opaque of the darkness shrouds the frailty of life, however the power of a stealth heart and a nimble mind now commands the preverbial stage 

As this grotesque form of ugliness dances in the shadows as to have its will with ones own self , such fowlness doesn’t deter the bruan and steadfast wielding of the soult that quickly turns the page 

It plays a rancid game as it cowereds in the black abyss of contemp , iron will falters it’s play and conquers it ever so swift and ease 

The stain of disparity lingers and tries to confiscate the dignity with in , protected with a coat of arms of immaculate design, with this the day is now ceased 

Cold and adbrubt it calculates its next move to release its stench of vulgarity, in turn a stout spirit brandishes total valiance of tremendous certainty to noch yet another victory 

In the backdoor it try’s to slither it’s repulsive polluted essence, reaching deep in absolution brings forth a the truth of inner peace from this day til the end of history

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What the Heart May See

there is a journey of true excitement as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten of gold , will there be love ,can there be love ,only the ardent heart will truly know

an island of paradise is found ,for one  to explore , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , you are the beacon , you are the light , only twin souls will find each other there 

kindness and  warmth grabs you like a whirl wind these are the treasures that fill the box in the heart , as one looks into those eyes that glisten with gold , happiness shows up , and passion is ever eternal 

bewildered with the grace of sensual poise an intoxicating feeling of destiny to be had is seen , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , to be complete , to be real , all is right , for as long as time goes on

tears of sensitive adoration , a honest smile shows the glow , it washes away any despair as those tears roll down one cheek , as one looks deep into those eyes that glisten with gold , who are you , who are you , who are you ???

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Pillow Play

An alluring kind caress grazes ones skin, that sets it a fire and makes the eyes dilate without subtle sin 
   What to do as the coolest of breeze lengthens ones breath, there goes the arching of the back as the elation takes over with elegant ease
Sweet whispers of everything to tantalize ones intimate thoughts of provocative seduction plays havoc and makes the whole body blush 
   Raw carnal electricity now conquers ones mind , faint with anticipation of a long passionate kiss , if ever it will come only to subdue the inferno yet bashful blush 
The heart now infatuated and racing with untamed desire , waiting for the next suspenseful motion , could it be the gentle stroking of the flustered mane , or is it a deep , romantic sparkle of the glistening of the wanting eyes , in which makes one see the stars and the heavens in that dancing of that comforting stare 
   Will it be an arousing strong and tender massaging touch , which slowly cascades over and ever so gently upon the supple heaving bosom, lingering toward the now quivering abdomen , so daring enough to follow a path to the place of bountiful pleasures 
   Now the heart feels the other beat , together I’m a rhythm of a firery melody of joy and content , as the bodies swoon together this ignites a firestorm of complete exhilaration in every fibre of ones being , touched by a hand and touched in the heart brings the feelings to the brink of undeniable ecstasy 
   The fairytale of this brilliant dalliance fills the void that withers away with every stroke , kiss , or whisper, set free are the vanities without regrets 
Thus this interstellar moment goes on and on through the beacon of the silken brightness of the day , right through to the satin of the shadows of night when the sun finally sets

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Frontal Lobe

When the journey and adventure of life crashes into life , so to be conquered, so to admired , then a fork in the road 

Be spry like fleeting imp or follow in the footsteps of giants , is the path meant to be golden , tread lightly for the right footwear eludes you , conundrum ? 

Time in this realm called reality can pull the shroud over ones eyes , playcating the minds tricks , it’s a test or just space needing to be filled , an opaque multidimensional puzzle , would it be all relitive if one was blind , pondering this in silence 

The journey is a full experience, analyzing, scrutinizing, philosophical, whimsical, all are cordially invited , this is not a recording this live ? 

Not just a story of intrigue, nor a story of enlightenment, life begets life , mystical, even a bit brash and sassy , and now the fork in the road becomes a branch with many limbs , peculiar 

There may be laughter hidden in hardship and so vice versa is called for , in the beauty of this enigma life can remain in the plain life can out duel disparity, emotional as to cross the perverbial bridge , cement feet 

The morale of this allegory can only be judged with complete openness, questions are always begging , it’s the running reel of a picture show , living on the edge of sanity , and dissected with in the minds eye , the minds eye , the minds eye

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The Gift

there is a treasure of vast fortune in the likes of which man has searched for millennia
scholars, professors , experts of treasure hunting falter alike 
searching in the sea scanning mountians , questing through ancient ruins, and devilish caves ,nary a clue to be found 
with maps at there wits , books and scribes from new age and antiquity search, the trail goes dry , such an enigmatic quandary , only questions begetting questions 
no evidence nor blind fate it is a mystery in its own , secrets of this great treasure is in the will of the hunt, secrets can say all , thus whispers remain silent
many of stories have been told, in hope to unlock the secrets, passion  sweat , and wisdom will be had , it remains hidden 
is there such , a treasure to be found ,
this treasure has been found by a great many, and eludes just the as many
the only treasure needed  to be found  is the immaculate love , divinity and essence of life , believe  accecpt  cherish , never give up the hunt

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Reality Versus Fantasy

Life might be an enigma wrapped in life , full of intrigue and an abundance of riddles to entice the spirit and the mind . 
It is a hallmark on the soul that invites all to basque in its array of forums , thus fuels the the fire in the abyss of the heart in kind .
Full of dreams and nightmares , wishes , truths and lies , this brings forth the might of an iron will . 
Where in the conception of this immaculate design , allows one to be ensconced in the fulfillment of freedom to infinity or when time stands still . 
Life has wonders and heart ache , life can be dark but one can wield the sword of love to make it shine like the most precious of gems . 
It grows like a majestic oak seeded by a single acorn , as time goes on in this tree of life that is renewed in its vastness in which it stems .
It may be a plight , fight or flight , on the stage of life the mirror wears many faces .
A story of many pages that is an everlasting odyssey, for some a rigorous drama , for some a tremendous ease that was set through its paces . 
Life will set sail in a vessel of emotions that cascades over wave after wave to the journeys end . 
A world of fantasy or contradictions , it’s peacefulness that conquers the latter , caring and kindness is the way it mends . 
Like a whirling dervish the winds blow life and scatters it like pixie dust . 
The undeniable moral of this allegory is that we alone make it what it is and in this we trust