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Best Poems Written by Marco Borda

Below are the all-time best Marco Borda poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Winter's Song

Winter nights of chilled repose shall bring
Wandering thoughts of colors filled with spring
But, for now, it is the rage and wonder
Slowly hiding dirty deeds asunder

Shall you wish for story tales of old,
beneath the blankets, thrusting out the cold?
What shall the mood of falling snow concede?
If all you wish is winter’s rushed reprieve?

For cocoa sips so well in winters chill!
Whilst the snowflakes lick the windowsill!
Spring lies dormant under downy fields
Captured in the might that winter yields

So sleep, I say to Spring’s unraveled weave!
Whilst I enjoy a winter’s dream conceived
For all too soon you’ll have the morning sun
Warming earth when winter’s chill is done!

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The Broken Watch

Our time has all but stopped
Just like a broken watch
Our hands are bound, unable
to move a single notch

Pieces fitting tightly
are worn and slipping free
Now tension fills the springs
where the passion used to be

Our band of love is torn
And shredded to the core
It’s strength once at the buckle
Not holding anymore

We throw it in a drawer
To fix another day
Years have passed we realized
Our chance had slipped away

With hinges needing care
a face now scratched with years
We do not need to hold it close
To see its end is near

Engraved, though wearing thin
The underside reveals
“To my Wife with Love for Thee”
Across the broken seal

In my haste and folly
Set free the hands of time
On another’s wrist I see
A watch that once was mine

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Or At Least, That's What I Thought

She never leaves the light on for me
Or at least, that’s what I thought
As I rounded the darkened hallway

I reached down and petted 
my birthday present from last year.
I kinda wanted a dog
Or at least, that’s what I thought

I heard her gasping, crying out
As though she was hurt or in pain
Or at least, that’s what I thought,
When her sounds filtered down the hallway

Ran fast, door flew open
I see her alone in our large bed
Or at least, that’s what I thought,
until her eyes met mine and she
released him from under the covers

I was supposed to return tomorrow
She would have the evening
To frolic and play in secret
Or at least, that’s what she thought

I knew she loved me and at one time
I would never hurt her
Or at least, that’s what I thought,
As I took the gun from the dresser
And shot them both

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Beneath Rough Hands-An English Sonnet

Distain, dripping now, from lying forked tongue
Transcending eyes upon shattered back door
Your poisonous breath has filled your black lung
My skin, silky beneath rough hands, has tore

I beg, freedom from bleak endless suffering
How your hands fit perfectly ‘round my neck
My mere flesh no longer is buffering
Your dark, hysterical, heated mad trek

My soul never was yours for the taking
A thought that has never crossed your small mind
I soon shall be dead, my heart now aching
Exposed, now I see that true love was blind

In my passion I had learned to forgive
In my folly he took my choice to live

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The Spider's Great Thread-An English Sonnet

Silver lining hides bold spider in tow
Remaining firm to particular state
Though whispered soft winds causes lines to fro
Forever true its bond to blanched white gate

Strong, therefore, the cord of this spider’s silk
Spinning correct, for it’s done in great deed
Although the roses, now scentless, will wilt
Steadfast silver web is not easily freed

Perfection, the master’s making is clear
It’s intent, to harbor a fine, good meal
Although you remove it in reckless fear
Spider shall rebuild its striking appeal

The delightful web requests no grand dread
High regards from me in spider’s great thread

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Truth Be Told (Ode To Mary Magdalene)

Your halls glistened in virgin white
Marbled with illusions, chide lies
Feasting fantasies, frosting twilight
Your sharp vigil held in disguise

Marked distain slur bitter tongues
Left the weak sadly convinced.
Stifled the truth from filling the lungs 
Sound words left blurry and minced.

If thou encumbered by weighty approach,
Could Almighty not see peril, danger?
Blinded by love while evil encroached
Ah! Allied beginnings in manger!

Shall these obscure impulses deem fair
Whilst teachings of your past deed
Seek immoral, unethical, answers to prayer,
In the name of prosperous greed?

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The Midnight Call

Through the darkened hallway screeched
A violent midnight call
Lost and rambling evermore
Not ready for the fall

Passion mingled with despair
I yell and plead for peace
End my madness with a blow
My racing mind will cease

Was it not a day ago
We spoke of future plans?
Tear the clock down from the wall
And rip apart its hands

Hang the phone up violently
No heed for damaged parts
Now how to love again when
In death you stole my heart!

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My Tooth, My Friend (Children's Poem)

I lost my tooth the other day
I couldn’t find it to my dismay
I looked and looked and still no!
Where has my tooth decided to go?

Mom told me not to cry, worry so,
A brand new tooth will start to grow
I didn’t care, I wanted it back!
I saw my smile, I’d seen what I lacked!

It was there when I first rode my bike 
And there when Dad and I took a hike
I thought it was happy, wanted to stay
I’d never thought it would go away!

And just as I started to cry and sob
When I was biting into my corn on the cob
I felt something strange, something quite odd
I looked at my Mom, she gave me a nod

I ran to a mirror quick as I could
And just as I always thought it would
My tooth was just hiding, playing a game!
Coming in where it left and it looked the same!

You silly tooth, you had me worried!
Now quick start to grow and please try to hurry
After my corn, I’m eating some fish
You know that’s not my favorite dish!

So me and my tooth are together again
I gave Mom a smile, I found my old friend!
I finished my meal and let out a giggle
That’s when I felt another tooth wiggle!

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A Walk By the Sea

I held her hand on a vacant shore
and answered all she asked.
I swept her golden hair aside
to see blue eyes unmasked.
The moon tiptoed so gingerly 
upon caressing sea,
but none the less more beautiful 
my child, when next to me.

She softly sung a lullaby
recalling forgotten times,
When as a babe I’d cuddle her
read stories filled with rhymes.
Now her world is growing up,
fables left in the dark.
And all the world’s humanities
are leaving their firm mark.

And if the waves would try to wash
her dreams away from me,
I’d risk my life, my very soul 
to snatch them from the sea.
For when I first laid eyes upon
my newborn in my arms,
I swore to her upon small ear
I’d save her from all harm.

Within this peaceful moment now
as we walk in moon lit sand,
I accept there will come a day
when she won’t take my hand.
And I must, with all my strength,
allow to let her grow.
And like sands through hourglass
I’ll slowly let her go.

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Photo Opportunity-Turn Here!

Blending colors captured in a breeze
Offers up a tempting palate, tease!
Whilst roaming free above the swollen hills
Butterflies consider daffodils

Detained, I have become, in painted thirst
Swift swallows sing a merry song rehearsed
Oh! Fields of flowered glory, such delight!
Whilst dancing in the golden sun so bright!

In angst, my indecisive eyes now turn
Causing undo sorrow and concern
Life causes my retreat of blissful place
As I drearily rejoin the human race

In dreams, your grandeur offers up to keep
Vivid shades of freedom whilst I sleep
Until grand fortune knocks upon my door
Your aspirations linger ever more