Best Blank Verse Poems

To appreciate our planet;
begin with its snowcapped mountains,
where sunbeams morph crystals of ice
into gems of glistening light.

Witness white clouds traverse the skies
floating on a vista of blue,
or a setting sun smear scarlet
onto puffs of marshmallow white.

See jungles at its equator
create a sash of vibrant green,
and...

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When splendor of love spun dreams ecstatic
Musings of fantasy waltzed joyous themes
On blossoms of meadows in prime of spring
And giggles of streams donning green prairies

I felt your presence my eager beats crooned
When halo of the moon ravished our mood
As melodic rhythms inflamed doting hearts
And voice...

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In primrose twilight, summer is still near.
She whispers in my ear; I hear her in
the one lone owl that hoots to only me.
I wake to find her shining through the clouds -
though breathing not so warmly on my cheek.
I glimpse her waning smile as in...

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How brave the amaryllis is
emerging naked from the soil,
an umber golden spear to pierce
the heresy of August air.

I am not brave like pilgrim bulbs,
though planted fifty years ago,
still sending offspring to the sky
determined in a hostile sphere

to brave remorseless elements
and kiss the hummingbird in flight
with...

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Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that says
Thirty-eight and  Never coming home
So I hope it’s not too late to write this poem


After your eighth round of...

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Callused fingers press vibrating strings;
drawing passion from a violin.
With the burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love's betrayal;
music stirs the imagination.

His bow hangs like a lingering kiss;
savoring the taste of...

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Beauty... A thing everyone see's 
But in who...beauty in me?
Real beauty is not seen
But real beauty is the goodness that you feel.

Beauty...all about looks nowadays
But real beauty is in what you say.
Beauty...a strong word to say
But we all have it in a way......

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I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
        the mocking trophy case of trophied dust,
        proud calligraphed to-do lists...

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Dark hour of morning green and jealous sun.
Flag’s red, white, and blue leans over the porch.

Oak branches, bored, and skeleton but wood.
The leaves too still, no breath of life, no sigh.

M a h o g a n y - s a t u r a...

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Nightbound Winter Reverie
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Fall and
red yellowing 
leaves in the trees

an old man sitting 
on a bench
watches them 
fall
and thinks of his youth

a youth 
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling 
red yellowing leaves
and googles 
the future 
of trees...

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What goes up must come down. 
No colors can define who you are. 
You may own a cart or limousine. 
We'll still reach the end when it is near. 
I may be poor today and eat from trash. 
Tomorrow, you can't tell. I'll earn some...

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When a heaven cracks and stars go to sleep 
  Morning so incredibly quiet - 
  A peaceful morning - the sun's rays meet my gaze 
  I listen to the peace - to its eternal rest - and I think 
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Opened like a morning leaf
exposed beneath the moon,
Resting in the tentacles
of a clouded ink coccoon.
Wringing hands now rest at peace-
the solitude of night,
a lantern in the wilderness
the miracle of flight.
Dancing on the tabletops
or falling from a swing,
is noticing the networking
of every living thing.
Observation is the...

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A time I still remember- Christmas day
in 'fifty-three; I was age fourteen then,
and I recall those very special hours
at home, so cozy- warm with my loved ones
of many generations, happily
around the sparkling tree with old-time trim
of bubble lights, glass balls, and Christmas songs
playing softly on...

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