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Love Endures
Love Endures Would that she could undo the harm Inflicted on that noble man. Yet with love unfeigned, extends his arm. He never swayed from what began As a picture perfect life of charm. His heart now...
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Winter’s Last Days
Winter’s Last Days There is a beauty in the dreariness, Shadows walk on water, still as night. Watery trees rise up from the black eeriness. A calmness settles in the bones, despite The cold of...
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Taboo
Taboo American society, Wrought with taboo, how trite. Rebels, yet we have our propriety, Despite the cry of nonconformity, The opposite our blight. Individuality upheld, But seldom practice what we...
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Ode to the Unknown Poet
Ode to the Unknown Poet He captivates with words sublime, Rivaling the likes of Yeats and Frost. An understated method of calculated rhyme, With nothing in translation lost. His lack of eminence, a...
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Child’s Play
Child’s Play Ascending into Heaven’s arms Shadows bend and darkness never harms The void, where nothingness is bliss Dominant mind ceases to exist Riding upon the primordial planes Silence constrains...
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Poetic Reverie
Poetic Reverie Her heart strums, like the quiver of a violin bow, Words escaping her lips with ease. Warmth enfolds, spreading across cheeks aglow. His delightfully torturous words tease, Inundating...
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Love’s Ecstasy
Love’s Ecstasy Why do I assume I can control love? As if I could keep it at bay or send it away. When love’s claim I try to hold, It slips from my fingers and leaves me cold. To possess love is the...
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Truth
Truth Truth is written somewhere. No book could contain it, nor by snare Could one obtain it, in grasping hands of flesh and bone. Still it goes unknown. Truth is written somewhere. No voice may...
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The Heart Of Beauty…Ian Stewart Black
The Heart Of Beauty. Ian Stewart Black I love when I chance upon a poet that stirs me to my toes…If you are into modern classical poetry…this poet will not disappoint!Filed under: Writers Who Inspire...
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Melancholia (revised)
Melancholy clouds flock, fringing on lunacy— her dark mood hovers A somber veil shrouds her senses the taste of numbness on her tongue Shadow has her in its clutches her silent tears unwrung Sorrow...
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