Best Quatrain Poems

That thing that we call poetry -
when asked where it began,
I’d say it started beautifully
before the dawn of man!

It glistened on the oceans
before man came to be.
It blossomed on the grassy cliffs
that met the first great sea.

It glittered in the moon and stars
and beamed on...

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I often scribble in the sand 
The words I find so hard to say
And hope the wind will come along 
And blow them all your way.


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It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.

I follow on along a ledge;
below a swirling river’s edge.
In front of me, the canyon’s yawn.
Along a ledge, I follow on.

I see no hue when...

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Never ever shame a woman
for the fire in her soul
still your fear that you're unable
to give that which makes her whole

Never ever shame a woman
for the fierceness of her love
when she wants to subjugate you
she's an eagle, not your dove

Never ever shame a woman
for her...

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She pours him a cup of empty
From a teapot of childhood dreams
He loves the sound of her giggles
Hers is the light of a thousand moonbeams

Moonbeams and butterflies, petals from roses
Counting out loud, crossing fingers and toeses
Unicorns and Teddy all enjoying a sip
Cups full of empty...

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The single white rose captured the old gardener's attention,
He lovingly cared for it, like it was his own grand-daughter,
The roses were just like family and friends in his eyes,
He gave them bright sunshine, and plenty of fresh water.

He had always planted roses in reds, yellows,...

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You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

A life cut short and denied its worth
about you ivy climbs,
my love for you evokes the hearth
a bonfire which knows no end time.

Now fallen,...

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Friends, do not forget: there is still beauty
When the darkness comes and shadows fall,
Music, Art, and nature, gentle comforts
When despair is deep and hope is small.

Friends, do not forget: there is still laughter
When we’ve finished choking down our tears,
When the world seems full of desolation
And...

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There are so many doors
Which ones should I choose
Green, yellow, brown, purple
and many different blues

Some of them are rustic
Others modern and clean
Some lead to the future
others back where I've been

Some doors open easily
while quite a few are locked
There are some left open
and others that are...

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Colors daubed for seasons' scenes
          I sift through life for what it means
               In spite of chaos, shades and flings
  ...

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Write here, right now. Write now, right here!
Capture the moment while it's near 
and seize the day. You now know how: 
write now, right here; write here, right now. 

The rhyme is tight. The time is right 
to write some rhyme this time of night...

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Idle my tongue remained, my Lord,

till the moment it learned how to pronounce Your name

But from

that moment onward, it never ceased singing your song

which has set my soul aflame! 








© Demetrios Trifiatis
      11 June 2022
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Walking through the land of shadows 
wearing my yellow shoes
With each and every step
I created color and hues

The shadows started retreating
As color permeated the ground
Out of the shadowy darkness
I heard a horrible sound

"You do not belong here
I command you to go away
You are in the...

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One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red...

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Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made

Once again I lie down where daises grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories...

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