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Best Poems Written by John Boyle

Below are the all-time best John Boyle poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Watery Grave

I Shall not kneel...Beyond the depths
 Of the tears... Long since have fallen...
 Nor shall I gather... Again amongst them..
 'Less their untimely stage of demise... 
Binds the hands of space and time..
 And I ripen into a single grain of salt..
 Amidst their long standing...Watery grave...

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Tamed To Entice

Amongst the speechless... Choirs of drift-n-stilly...
'Tween a deep mouth... And hollow paradise...
Herewith breath and ~ Deep invisible sleep...

Cometh the dark brass... Oft a Raven's plea...
Betwixt a knee's bend... And deeply rooted slice....
Of earth's aye pastures ~ 'Neath the rose's blush...

Flirting with curtain's murmurs...Bound by sweep ~
A crescent breeze.~ Mid morning's cup of tea...
Hush mid restless dreams ~ Tamed to entice...

Soaring to heights of dizziness.... Too steep ~
To see scars oft left behind......Mid the rush.....
Tending to madness ~ Might amidst fury...

Sing I the song of the stars.... Boundless hush....
Loft an ease.... That only the stars shall see....

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Neath a Thousand Candles

Twas the morn when the moon's thousand candles..
Lit a path for Lily Valley... Away from the always ~
Shouting...Never-ending midnight's darkness storm...
When suddenly.....The easterly wind lay down...
His breathy lengthy hand... Aside her flushing dew
Afore the glowing forehead... Of the morning sun...

Whilst the clouds grazed high above... Pretending ~
Not to notice the willows near by... No longer weeping..
As all along... The forest trees stood tall nearby..
Betwixt the sway of their green and lusty rumors...
Whilst... The elder deeply rooted mountain...
Remained a crusty spur ~ Moaning his earthy tones...

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In My Heart a Genie

If only in my heart...There would have been ~
A genie...Awoken.....Mid not-lightly slumbers...
Instead of a toy knight.. Broken by the fall...
Whereupon unfairness became a desire..

Mid novels of new-fledged generations..
Yon nightingale ages ~  Of virgin songs...
"Murmuring" ~ Many plains o'er my head...
Guarded by an embrace.. That once drunken'd me...

Whilst the dread of darkness...Remains a calm ~
Of unsettling...Bound by an anchor that clutches ~
My breath's attention.... Yet dismay n'er shall ~
Be mine only scholarship... Midst my trace...

A single tear is only a seed mid roots...
Of a sapling ~ A parent to a gentle weep..

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Neath the Dusk

If ye are standing neath a shadow...
Thy own shadow shall never be cast...

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Another Time

The blessing in not ~ What it was not...
The blessing is within ~ What it could have been...
In another lifetime... In a different time or place...

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Lost Sense

Amidst the doom days...Of her passing...
Mourns rivalry....Against wind scornfulness...
Swept abreast... Fields shedding weep...
No longer could the drums beat loud enough..
To silken ~ The grave face of sudden lost..
Whilst no longer... Did the future shed meaning..
Nor did the present or past ~ Serve sense...

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A Tethered Journey

Between the eyes of another dream.. I saw..
The dawn and eve of another world afar..
Void distance mid direction... And restless awe..
Barred from my reach...Ere my senses sat ajar..

Nere there one cloud above.. Nor warm streams to flock..
Only droplets gathering 'neath shadow's veils..
'Gainst briny sky and stars... Amidst bed of rock...
Twas in mine mind I thought ~ 'Pon wandering trails..

A storied horseman .. 'Pon a tethered journey...
An immortal grave face mocking undaunted ...
Put forth 'tween the half seas...Of the eyes I see..
O'er where my head lies.. Where dreams are forbid..

Yet still...Now awake...Stunned by my rabid heart..
No cause.. Have I to dream ~ Of this I part...

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O Sky

When the sky breathes ~ I breathe...
Why O Sky? ~ Is it that thee no longer breathe..

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Disobeying Luster

O cave... Thy face ~ A guise of disbelief....
Whilst thy two feet lie...Deep beneath the mount..
A pathless space...Without a twig nor brush...
Severed fromst sun's... Ablaze'd watchful eye...

Pale beyond a age'd stone's ~ Grave beckoning...
Whereabouts the plumply groves... And gardens....
Acquire their silence... Tracing pending time...
Midst a kitten's playfulness imagined..

O Cave... Of earthly works ~ Harbor of stone..
Mid first embrace..A dark maiden voyage...
An undivided sketch ~ A valley beneath...
The tall skeletons of soaring towers...

Filled with a shadows voice of fortune..
A flesh-less face ~ Disobeying luster..