Best Dizain Poems

Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
     When she walks you can tell she is in pain;
Loves a nap...

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Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand
as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more;
 life’s tapestry fades as years so expand 
but love...

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Among the classic poets of fine rhyme -
are balladeers who weave with lines a tale,
the satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a...

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Often I drift back to my days of youth
to where life did begin; a rural treat,
those sharp brisk mornings a moorland uncouth
a naïve nakedness a...

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The slow sun sets, the night ebony dark,
     Silvery moon shines brightly, dreamy mood.
I stroll carefully, nimble like a lark.
 ...

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Your incandescence drew me to your flame
Moth-like, I gravitated to your light
Then feigning nonchalance, I asked your name
The music of your voice set me to...

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His eyes, like cornflowers, are pretty blue.
From where I sit in back of class, I gaze
at his soft lips – two petals sweet with dew.
I...

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My heart may break, wreathed in somber silence.
Yet I care, I search for valleys of peace,
where rare black orchids bloom through violence,
for fallen leaves too...

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Sitting quietly beneath the old blue gum tree
Flowers surround me lined in neat rows on the lawn
White and blue, tall and short placed as if...

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Heaven to me is purely this 
After a long and stressful day 
Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss 
Just need to melt my cares...

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Once upon a time so brightly
I had this compulsion to dance
Just holding you oh so tightly;
In thoughts of romantic perchance
Realistic dreams of nuance.
Your silver beam...

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Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets...

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Brocade frame with silver etches
creating a past's mystery
slices of life it refreshes,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen...

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Into the woods, soft leaves fondle the nape
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Along a walk bathed in frost of moon pail

I bare myself before night goddess’ cape

And...

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Give not your heart to hasty pleas
Resist lips of slick, pretty lies
Who weave duplicity and tease
Value yourself; you are the prize
Who is not won by...

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