Best Growth Poems

Sunlight rains upon my face
Cascading memories cloaked in mystery
Kissing my eyelids
Ancient teardrops glide down my cheeks
Warmth illuminating my hungry soul

A sense of calm
A pulsating ellipse...

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They expected her to be the jolly fun one.
The one   w e a r i n g   a smile on her...

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Once I'm gone 
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even...

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She rests beneath her willow’s weeping rain,
As autumn strips them bare behind its theft;
Of slender leaves and tears, they stand bereft,
Yet sorrow, like the wind,...

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The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but...

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POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when...

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Wild spirit -
I cherished you tender 
within my halo of prana;
careful not to hurt you
as I worked to set you free
using hands of peace
in harmony...

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Sometimes you have to let
the morning have its way,
set out its wide sunlit spaces
like a tablecloth upon your silence,
speak to you softly in the sound
of...

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Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up...

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I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are

Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield...

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My mind has wings and wants to fly
into galaxies where stars streak.
Aloft on whispers and a sigh
a hint of stardust on my cheek.

Into galaxies where...

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Welcome, 
to the Soul Factory
We have cool souls,
sophisticated souls,
luxury and economy.
Choice is a matter,
of who you want to be.

Yes we ship souls,
to many exotic places.
The...

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As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their...

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What seems now old 
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told 
We cease to over chew
*****
All that is old hold a treasure 
If only...

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The heart when young, so blissful and knows no sin
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within

The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the...

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