"Poetry Dump" Isn't Poetic... Let's Call It "Poetry Waterfall." Much better.

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In the morning,

In the morning I will rise,

Rise unto the dawn,

And with the dancing ribbons of light,

Ribbons of light,

Will the haunts be gone.

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There’s silence in my room,

Reminding me to breathe,

Reminding me the world’s on fire

Everywhere but here,

And thought it burns in vociferous pyres,

In this silence there is nothing that I fear.

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Shooting Stars

I walk along

A starry night

And point to him

A sudden light!

As if surprised

My friend looks up

Into the dark and cloudless sky

Where flashing by,

And breezing past,

A broken star,

A ball of ash,

And on a whim

I make a wish,

And then my friend

Pulls me close

To give a kiss.

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In the dark and in the night,

In the moaning, whistling night

There’s the moon and there’s the stars;

There’s the shadows’ only light

A reflection, an explosion,

Reminiscing time gone by,

There’s the moon and there’s the stars

Slowly dancing in the sky.

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Hazy,

Fuzzy,

Dreary,

Young blue eyes,

Staring at the gray trees

With dark patches,

Dark patches,

On their limbs.

Cut glass,

Concave,

In a frame,

A copper frame,

And,

Above those young blue eyes,

Eyebrows twitch

Skeptically.

Crisp,

Fresh,

Clear,

A thousand slender, tender, rushing

Leaves

Stroked by the warm breeze;

Droplets, Blue, lovely

Rainbow

Falling from the puffy

Clouds,

Bursting-!

Like the world’s on fire

Beautiful,

Perfect,

Incredible,

Incredible,

To me.