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Best Poems Written by Joel Lee

Below are the all-time best Joel Lee poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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An After Fear

There was a strange whisper at first
A strange light in the distance as well
Yet a pure comfort had felt like love
Of silence in a mind… withheld

And the dark was seen clearer then the light
Encompassing all there was... untouch
Like life known to have lived to have died
Beautiful, if only to perceive as such

Time was of no relevant here
Perhaps only dreams can be welcomed as close
It seem a place enriched of after fear
Those of where honest hearts never flow

And moving in the stillness of time
Yearnings were alluring, feelings were forsaking
It feels and it felt to be a million years behind
Troubles as troubling yet desired in desiring

From without… within… chants withheld and I withhold
Yet, all was forgotten…deprive of a place to stay
And I couldn’t sympathize with the givens to enfold
And I know, no more am I entitled to remember this day

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Awhile In Time...

I close my eyes for a while, just a while
And I see a familiar darkness I recognize
Astonishingly, comfort was found somehow
A tranquility I’m always in welcome to reprise

Images in random united within
Moving in with memories, moving out with tears
Whether the real world, or a dream to have been
Lived were all remembered and forgotten in years

Decidedly, a tune replayed in mind
A tune… for myself and a someone who knows
And as before, time has left me behind
Is there once a me, you remember to have enfold

Then, came future to foresee
Imaginable moments, unpromising and bleak
Either achievable or unavoidable to be
The unforeseen isn’t in justification to seek

And I open my eyes after that while
The other side of darkness I’m unable to recognize
Unfortunately, of comfort I’m aware of somehow
Yet, this instance I’m in regret to reprise

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Unorthodox

From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?

Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted

Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility

As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay

A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?

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A Stranger's Dream

There is a darkness to belong
There is a stranger to know
There are sins to be reborn
And there are dreams to enfold

Things weren’t always clear
Where feelings isn’t as always to be base
Creating things to term them dear
Yet where belongs my reality to face?

Strange and even stranger
Where a soul isn’t at all to own
Lost were moments since forever
Where is the stranger’s home?

Be it an angel, be it a devil
The good and bad are nevermore to choose
Only where guidance is shown to sparkle
Perhaps nothing more is ever to lose

Even darkness has a place to hide
Even a stranger has their sins
To never belong neither in day nor night
Where is one then, to even dream?

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Miracle

A miracle to be bound
Beneath the sky, within the ocean
Serenity need be found
From mayhaps the longest of distance

Embracing the wind
Reliving the breath of cool air
I’ve forgotten to dream
Yet sometimes I wouldn’t dare

So real is everything, so strange
Of somewhere to be, to be there
Where life only to seem a game
Of yet a dream somewhere

Every little thing is much too much
And much so, only belongs as subtle
And overly whelming is all to simply touch
Perhaps with love must all be fondle

And very soon, the moment will be gone
A moment simply, just too soon
Did I remember where the miracle comes from?
Is it to be a dream only, from beneath a moon?

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An Angelic Aria

I can hear a voice whispering
A voice unlikely of any known to man
Beautiful and overly enchanting
Where it came from, or perhaps of when?

I cannot deter from them who sings
Unholy yet angelic, sinful yet divine
And in no way can it be perceived as a dream
When its indulgence beyond words to bind

And they appeared, each every one
Bared of clothing, in absolute nudity
Demons and Angels, as beautiful as a dying Sun
Dancing to the aria, desiring the tranquility

In time, they all rejoice in bondage
Each to every one, a chosen was chose
Yet, of the one chosen wasn’t at all acknowledged
When it never was feelings to begin with to enclose

From a whisper were words engiven
From simply a moment, a moment is all there is
Thought less, thought more, were times enliven
When given in periodical times, were imaginative beliefs

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Tomorrow To Be...

Is there a world stranger?
A place needless to be vesusing time
Perhaps death lays the ultimate answer
Or is there a truth I’m left behind

It belongs an inspiring bewilderment
The awe and the aspiring thought
Perhaps even an encouraging boredom
Is there then to see the truth or not?

A truth far from realism
A forgery only those chosen would see
An opposition to be freed from freedom
Yet what surpasses the endless mystery?

It was an end to a beginning to begin
It was a beginning to an end to change
Memories and dreams need nevermore remain
A thought simply yet never a game

Acceptance in the way of stranger things
Allowing time to fade into selfless prime
Remembering and letting go the endless dreams
Perhaps myself will every tomorrow I’ll find

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Moments of Tranquility

There isn’t a word for my thoughts this day
There isn’t a need to worry about time as well
Only tranquility have found a place to stay
Yet, perhaps only in my dreams can I tell

With without words, only in poetry
Like angels falling from the sky
Heaven and Hell in disregarded serenity
I wonder if words in me will one day die

A breath of silence amongst the air
A calm without ever the need for love
Is life only ever simply as fair?
Left unheard will my calling be, to the Heaven’s above?

Might a darker time belongs this night?
A moment more awaiting to tell
Where shadows and words turn to hide
Still unheard is my call, even to Hell

With the day easing to its passing
There still belongs the given sense of tranquility
With without reality, I’m still dreaming
With only words for yet another poetry

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Engiven

Perhaps some things should be left untouched
Of some things that should never be
Yet moments is only engiven as such
Of things which only the revealing time unveils to see

And so as bound to happen…
Ultimately, the consequence with which to face
And forgotten was the beginning, the moment
Regretfully, the forgotten is forgotten to chase

Though taking time to see beyond
Reasoning still belongs in one’s favor
“What’s begone is indefinitely gone”
Isn’t that of which, the perfect answer?

How often are there mistakes to admit?
Yet often so, is mistake to be misunderstood!
And by ourselves we proclaim to submit
Did we forget the start, the root?

Perhaps some things should be touched!
To realize that things should be
With moments to be engiven as such
Of things to only be as clear to see

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Is There Love?

So much of women to be in love with
So much in too many ways
Yet, of no way is there to simply receive
When in words, no one has the say

So much of men to be in love as well
With so much more to see
How men lies, only men can tell
As well for women, what couldn’t be?

We share the affinity towards love
And we share the indifference whence within
We excel whether whence we serve
To live the closest possible in dreams

And soon will both listen
And to neither will both conclude in time
And we share only to ourselves our reason
When in the beginning were both left behind!

Was it truly love we all seek?
Or simply of ourselves we feel to deserve?
Yet, there always is to be someone we require to meet
And is it truly to be, because of the cause of love?