Best Poetess Poems

She feels the wind of summer’s soft caress

and listens to the magic in its sound.

How perceptive is the poetess

who senses nature’s beauty all around.

She finds...

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BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS

I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!

It wasn't because she did
gymnastics...

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Some of us are secretive at first. We hide our poetry’s soul self, 
gently letting her peep out; sometimes regretting it immediately.
Fearful of critiques from...

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(The Fallen Poet)

Shadows, fall from the east
Winter show, white meadows,
Compelling words lost, in a silent world
Beautiful, Bloomingdale is how it goes
Apocalypto-- my very own limbo
Alone...

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Like delicate white swans were they,
the white swans of a grand ballet -
ballerinas waiting in a row
underneath the candlelight’s soft glow.

But what are ballerinas with...

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She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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If I don't write, I'm doomed to die
and lie beneath a wordless sky
A silent corpse, unseen, unheard
alive yet dead-  is that absurd?

If rhymes don't...

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A lovely rose grew to the garden's delight,
a poem of sunrise surrounded by night.
One day her friend Ivy asked "Why do you mourn?" 
Rose answered,...

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An empty look of sadness
That never bears a smile,
A malnourished mind
Aching to utter its voice,
A baby’s cry missing
The sweet tune of lullaby.

A dark moonless night
Reminiscing...

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There lives a grand lady near the sea
In Ormand where she delights to be.
She is a Poetess, words she shares
In lovely poems, her heart she...

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How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was...

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A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for  e x p r e s...

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I write a poem that will entertain the world.
A poem that will fade someone's fear.
The one that will inspire you to smile.
Something that can make...

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The difference between good poetry
and great poetry – not a concentration
of words and phrases, nor meter
and rhyme...but the source, that gives
longevity its immortal time –...

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