Best Unedited Poems

I fight 
a battle   against tempestuous   wind    
fury              the earth’s ablaze in feverish sky

and I      survivor
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Poets have a greater capacity
to express love and longing
painting pictures of passion's pleasures
They excite and ignite the imagination
That's the beauty of being a poet

Poets are so steeped in the need for beauty in wording
that they use their talents even in posts
Weaving wonder with words
they make...

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Why
And why now?
I can't believe I had told myself you had changed
Defending you, against everyone
Who told me it would end up this way
Angry
So angry that the walls we built still stand
And we raised the sails and set the ship to sail once more
But the wreckage...

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Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me...

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We are of the ground

Electricity flows deep inside me
You cannot harness it 
Because 
I do not know it is there 
Deep with in 
And with in comes 
With everything 
Attached ti me is a soul 
Morals that govern my entire existence 
Profound Power that is...

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The air surrounds me brisk.
Sounds from the city evoke me. 

People are nearby but in this moment; 
I am alone. 

The chimera close by secure me a halfer.
Smoke is now gone but I do not crave for another. 

You are the one.
Only if I allow...

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I wake up to a recurrent vision-
This emergent self belongs 
To body, spirit, and dream.
A different kind of measurement
Lies at the gates of unchosen.
I float a ready channel of grace 
Within the airy sighs of the pages
In the book of blank letters,
Where immersion feels fluid...

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From the   first page I open to the book of life
Written in fluently opulent language of :
A fleeting cloud and crisis-ridden sky
In cries of hues and halos
The milkyway beyond our horizon suspends the moon
That rules the spheres after noon.
And the sun accentuating power...

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I'm back.
Stood in from of the Marc Chagall 
That is quietly across the road

I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline

Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend

Where am I again? Ahh, here.

Experiencing a painting with more within it than I...

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first impressions last longer
lost in the sands of times

last impressions lives forever 

penned in mind's of men

treasured in the rhymes of mines

engraved in the tombs pains

inscribed in the palms of history

tattooed in the art of fame


last impressions
edit
first impressions
last impressions
uneditable
end justifies
the means.

puncture foes fears
broken into pieces...

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There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool
It's been there for the 7 years I've been coming here
It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person, an essence that rests here though they left and likely never consider the fact
I wonder...

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