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end of summer poem 2

Starless Sky

Poem   The sky has darkened, full of clouds and frost. The summer has died all the beauty is lost. Ugly mountains are before me! Endless winters to console me. There is only one...

hot sensual poems for her 0

Whisper, Whisper, Wearily

Poem Surreally pleasant after glow, Charms of winter’s Falling snow In lingering footless paths And designated aftermaths Full calypso Tranquil night I breathe a subdued Deathly plight My lips parted, Passionately, beneath Blankets departedly...

place poem 0

Cathedral

Poem In the park, Which reminds me of The Luxembourg Gardens trees swell with bursts of cadmium fires Windswept branches sway like Burnt-umber menorahs under the Weight of lamp-black snow The fluttering of countless...

Bulbs 2

Rooms

room of light balls room of candles room of bluebells bluebird then the images disappear as they are wanted to more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

Old Man 0

Fading Luminescence

Mellow drums and a sullen guitar. These are the sounds of his footsteps. Sun-speckled skin like an old cigar He’s lived one life and is living another Faded are those that he once knew...

Inspiring Poem 0

Coat My Skin in Ash

Inspiring Poem   Ashes rise and fall filling the sky with nothing but specs of black. The air choked with memories of the past, things that marked who we were now floating bits and...

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A Windy Night

I sit here waiting to go home I take notice of the gushing air The window bouncing Like waves bouncing against the sand. Listening to what the wind says As it blows its strength...

Love Poems, Art Photography 3

Are You Ready for the Day

Love Poems   I cannot rule your destiny, not even mine, I cannot give you hope, it’s so divine, I cannot make your dreams come true, forgive, I wish I could… but life is...

Rabbit Morning, poem about nightmares 0

Aged

Poem Sometimes my dreams are so real That when I’ve woken I am still terrified. The cold linoleum rises to meet the pads of my feet. The breeze breathes on my bare back. It...

break up poems 1

A Hundred Hours of Crystals

Poem   Day and night the snow keeps falling, A hundred hours of crystals Piled head-high on the ground. On the slick and slippery roads It goes whispering and slithering, Flowing like a dusty...

free poetry 0

The Faded Man

Poem   On the bed a shadow of a man can still be seen, If you squint enough, And there is still enough. They say he had it rough; He won’t say anymore, So...

Piano 0

When

Poem   She asked, “Can’t we ride a bus anymore?” No, we cannot speak in our tongue or they’ll carve it out of our disgusting Hebrew speaking mouths. Before we could go to Paris, now,...