Best Impelling Poems

There comes without a warning,
one in hooded mantle grey,
with silent footfall treading. . . 
treading nightfall into day.
An eerie mist - mysterious -
he haunts the...

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There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty...

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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.

I drove to...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
    ...

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Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It’s *****...

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The sun's a majestic and radiant power 
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss. 
It revives each day with a new beginning, 
But...

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Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't...

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Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones...

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The sun's a majestic and radiant power
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss.
It revives each day with a new beginning,
But in evening, succumbs...

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My dreams were of the dire Queen
I had allowed her reign over me, callousing my heart,
She was inside me, laughing
Having crawled in
My walls closing, as...

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Beautiful memories will always remain florid every night and morn,
Like a cooling shower that caress the wall of fruitful emotion,
Whose drop is an antidote and...

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Within this realm I can converse
Palaver, prattle or parley
So many words from which to choose
A choice to winnow, will and weigh

With words I can tell...

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As summer withered to its end
I thought of Maggie as a friend
But when pale dew weighed down the grass
Young Maggie bloomed from spritely lass:
She burst...

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Don't Know
It's a long pain,flowing through my veins.
Cursing the pain ,sleeping in frosty rain. 
Creeping with suffering,lying in hell.
Hangover of bearing,thuds heart without gain.
Leans over...

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