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Best Poems Written by Jade Vanacore

Below are the all-time best Jade Vanacore poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Rami

The lovechild of a god and a poet 
Your eyes in that photo
They spoke of kindness and innocence
The heart on your neck, I took as a sign
Only the heart became a diamond, pointed
Your eyes grew fierce, begging for a challenge

What do you need — 
Patience?
My surest weakness
This you ask from me again and again
Stillness?
A most unnatural way
For a dogged scientist

If I could learn your tongue
Hear your thoughts, hold your feelings
Speak my devotion to you the way I know how 
I yearn for our souls to meet
Wouldn’t then everything be alright? 

Red hair and dark eyes 
The way you rest your head on me 
I do love you so
Yet your teeth are sharp and draw blood
I pray to discover the lessons you teach

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The In-Between

What is there to hold onto if you don’t even know your Self? 
There’s nothing worse than a hardened heart that yearns to crack and spill all over
Bleeding for the truth, finally breaking free
Thickened by time, grown into leather
Loss, ignorance, misdirected energy
Trapped and bound, waiting in the dark
No one goes in or out 

So softly it whimpers for deliverance
Questioning whether anyone exists to hear 
Yet it longs to cry harder, to yell with passion
To scream wildly with the force of true surrender
An unrelenting frenzy capable of compelling a worthy answer
The loss of control promises a sigh of relief, “Ah, so”
But resignation is a tight-fitting muzzle that stifles the sound and it chokes on the words 
Despairing, it struggles to forget, knowing full well it cannot
Blessed. Cursed. 
A cruel and ?beautiful game

Stuck in the in-between
Who doesn’t dream of opening up
An entire lifetime (or more) pouring out, free of the chest?
A hollow shell never so complete

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A Song to Die To

There exists a song for you to die to 
If you’d only open your heart to hear it
Its familiar melody greets you warmly, as if an old friend 
Easing your attachments, releasing your fears
A progression of chords guiding you down to your most quiet depths 
The consonance melts your trembling nerves as you sink into a deep pool of peace
The darkness grows and you welcome the stillness, remembering
You’ve been here before  
Velvet sounds filling the space between your final breaths
Holding you close, it gently whispers 
And you are cradled in this symphony of loving awareness 
As you drift off into the sweetest of slumbers

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Sacred Wounds

Oh brother, I’d say you’ve lost your way again
But the truth is, you’ve never been found 
You see things not as they are
If only you could leave it at that
Your dissonance spills out and over 
Leaving a sticky black sap
That we try not to drown in 

We want to love you 
Yet can’t find a way in 
Stuck in this wet tar
Wondering if we could turn it into honey 
A golden sweetness that could bring you back
Could make your blue eyes clear 

Mother closes her eyes 
Sister stays busy
Father keeps composed 
I look to logic 

We are not okay 

The poisonous tales you tell are from your grandmother’s lips
We can only watch as you drink from her cup
Screaming on the inside
As we frantically sweep the broken glass you leave in your wake
Our feet bleeding from these sacred wounds 

Still, 
We have sunshine and songs
Babies and bad jokes 
Fresh air and flowers
We have each other 
And we're okay

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Autumn Dirt

I wish I could bury my self in the autumn dirt 
To die in the cold, dark ground in the arms of my mother
After gravity had taken from me that which was no longer needed 
Leaving me bare 
The sun to cleanse even the deepest parts of me 
Before settling into the stillness of winter
And oh, to be birthed again in the magic of spring
Gently awakened by sweet birdsong
Green and full of promise 
Roots firmly planted, yet reaching for the sky 
And in this new life, I finally flower

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The Dark Door

O great door,
Your suede mist has called me here, 
It beckoned whilst rolling over upon itself towards me,
The burnt ash of your bones shows your wear
And your wounded song fills me with wonder. 

Intricate carvings cover your roughened surface,
The work of some brilliant, yet wistful creator.
Enveloped in the night of some strange place,
Do you stand alone? 

The slow creak of hinges
As you come apart at the seams, 
Granting me permission to peer beyond.
But alas, just as the emptiness that surrounds you, 
So do you reveal nothing.

O dark door,
Why have you invited me here? 
Even the mist dare not travel past 
The mystical threshold you bare. 

Even so, as I dwell in your silence, 
It begins to speak to me in the faintest of whispers. 
Neither of your enigmatic past 
Nor how you’ve come to be here,
But of the wisdom in your steadfast nature. 
And as my misgivings are ushered away 
By the dutiful mist, 
I realize that you are at peace.

I shine a curious light into your open mouth
And as its beam pierces an endless void,
I’m all at once both bewildered and enraged,
Unfazed and amused. 
Letting go of the light, I rush forward into the darkness 
Until I reach the end of your loyal runway. 
I close my eyes and I leap. 
I’m swallowed by blackness and begin to fall.

O trusted door 
Have you tricked me? 
Will this be my end? 
Or will out of the ether come a hand to catch me?

I try to imagine a twist of fate 
That would allow my story to continue, 
But as I contemplate the possibilities,
Plunging ever deeper into nothing,
I recognize a sense of acceptance 
And welcome it in.
Transforming the plummet into a grand sigh of relief, 
I sink into a holy exhalation.
But before the last of my breath can escape my lips, I land,
Supine, on a tufted pillow in a dusky shade of pink, 
Supportive and soft, I am unharmed.

O sacred door
Though you’ve long disappeared from sight,
I can still feel your presence
And I am grateful.

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Sisters Pierrot

She haunted me as a child,
Staring quietly from her watercolor world. 
Her strange presence called me. 
Powder-white skin and rouge cheeks,
Pencil-thin brow over 
Dark-rimmed eyes 
Shedding a single tear,
A pale rose between slender fingers,
Seeking its fragrance.
Quietly she slipped away, 
I never asked after her.

Years later, her likeness appears. 
Same raven cap,
Impossibly flagrant and frosty ruffles,
Porcelain cheeks without a hint of blush
Wide eyes tinged with sorrow,
Flowerless hands,
Her watercolor world mixed to black.

Then they came to me, together,
A dark evening in Paris. 
Delicate in their lightness, 
Impishly prancing in the streetlights
As if giddy with some tantalizing secret. 
The first hands me her rose
As she cups my face,
“Dear one.”
They move to either side, 
Taking my hands
And we run.
We run until we reach a dimly lit park
Where we sit cross-legged in the damp grass
Silent except for the panting of labored breaths
Returning to their natural rhythm.
“Tears bring fullness to life.”

They wandered off into the night
As suddenly as they had come.
Leaving me to deliver their rose 
And share my tears with the people.

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Earth Rider

Welcome all,
Please take a seat,
Robin’s egg blue or bubblegum pink? 
Seafoam green or sunflower yellow?
The choice is up to you.
The ropes will suspend you with the utmost care
As the carousel slowly spins.

Let your feet dangle,
Feel the breeze in your hair,
Breathe in deep, 
Exhale your every care.
Offer a smile to an unknown friend,
We’re all on this ride together.

It stops now and then to let someone off,
Eventually it will for you.
But you needn’t worry, dear one,
For Mystery is at the wheel.
So play lightly and be still, 
A gentle rock, a subtle sway,
As we walk each other home.