Lamar Cole

It's twilight.
The sun escorts the moon to the night.
The sun sleeps, the wind howls.
My sweetheart smiles.
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He remembered when he had it all.
When his head wasn't so bald.
He remembered how she use to run her hands through his hair.
But now there is nothing there.
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A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.
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If wolves could sing.
They would do their thing.
They would sing about chasing deer.
And never having any fear.
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On Poem Hunter there is a poet named Rini.
Whose poems are becoming known to many.
She writes with such style and creativity.
Put on Poem Hunter for all the world to see.
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When he was young, he use to look forward to a basketful of thrills.
Now he only looks forward to a basketful of pills.
He takes a pill for this and a pill for that.
Sometimes he feels like a lab rat.
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He had searched for his true love high and low.
He might forever be alone, this he did not know.
But it must have been fate.
Him asking her out on a date.
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If a genie could grant me a wish.
I would love to feel again the heavenly bliss.
From the taste of your peppermint kiss.
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Back in the fifties.
It seems like the air was cleaner.
The girls were prettier.
And the grass was greener.
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Our love is written in the stars.
Illuminating the universe from Mercury to Mars.
Our love is floating in the sky.
Dancing above the clouds so high.
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She was in such a rut.
She just wanted to go off to an island and live in a hut.
Spending time eating bananas and coconuts.
Palm trees and moonlit nights under a beautiful sky.
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Some people must have thought that they were going insane.
Because Perry and his girlfriend were walking arm in arm in a heavy rain.
Perry's umbrella said to them why haven't you opened me up yet.
Then you two lovebirds wouldn't have to be all wet.
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Even though Dean was wheelchair-bound.
He didn't let this get him down.
He loved to clown around.
And take trips downtown.
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Darling, the path of our love has been very smooth.
Because in my heart you lit a fuse.
My soul never sings the blues.
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Broken promises made her weep.
Promises that he failed to keep.
He promised to always be loving and true.
And that he would never do anything to make her blue.
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She stands at the bus stop.
A strong wind blows off her pink Sunday hat.
She rushes to pick it up.
She trips and falls.
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To read good poems either night or day.
That will affect you in a positive way.
For the best poetry site and poets on the World Wide Web that I know.
Poem Hunter is the way to go.
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He woke up from a frightening nightmare.
He dreamed that he was in an inner city street war.
Bullets were flying everywhere.
Killing people here and there.
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He patted her on the butt.
She slapped him and called him fresh.
He thought how foolish he was to get into this mess.
Now he had to deal with human resources.
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Brooke slips quietly into the night.
Looking for a little peace.
In pink shawl, she looks so small.
While the moon and night creatures call.
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