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Best Blears Poems


A Dream Replayed
Many of my sleep dreams do fade
Like the soaring birds in flight,
But there's one that seems replayed-

I inherit a house from who knows who.
Old furniture with many drawers fills each room.
Some are open and some slightly askew.

Vintage hankies, linens and lace, it must be a...

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Categories: blears, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Millions of Light Years
2/21/17


The sap from a pine smeared
Onto clothing made from hides of deer

Not all organisms and lifeforms cry tears
Across a dark and bright sphere
Objects quite near
Or at distances of millions of light years

My mind clear
I'm sincere
I've only got so much time here

Could sip or skip on...

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Categories: blears, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Get Ready - So Many- Gone
So many- gone before us these past years-
dear friends and family have left our side,
to whom we said goodbye with heartfelt tears.

We shared such joyful times with kin and peers,
through ages when no worries were implied;
so many- gone before us these past years.

Yet, time does...

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Categories: blears, age, death, family, friend,
Form: Villanelle

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Time and Its Daughter
Time and its Daughter
I love your face and your face loves itself 
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.

The way you walk pavements adore you 
rain shies away as not to make your hair wet
I love your...

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Categories: blears, confusion, dedication, fantasy, history,
Form: Verse
The Tops
up a steep and gritty track
reach the tops
wilderness reclaims a verge
of wintery snags
land juts and tilts
hauls out
lays treeless

clumps and hags
pitch up stricken soil
heap their marshy troughs

loud the heartbeat
nearer to feral thought
then any numb mouth or ear

slough quag and mire muddle
seep listless
every bog runnel shrouded
to fetch...

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Categories: blears, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things