Best Abscond Poems

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but...

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Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of...

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On days I read…
   O dread
      The poets are dead!

A taste of bitter
   A tatterdemalion squalor
...

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Will Thee walk with me tonight ?
Amongst the spirits of Twilight
Gothic verse we wilt recite
I wilt gage not to bite

Wilt thee with me slowly dance...

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It's possible, I've lived and died before. 
My restless soul, a wand'ring vagabond
Arising swiftly, only to abscond
And cheat the soul collector at death's door

Each time,...

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Taking a long ink dip in a desert pond,
rejected drake words
ripple echoes in the wilderness: Tread with care!
Dreadnought thoughts silicate crystalized,
glass menagerie opens to a...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
...

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China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you...

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In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul...

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I hereby resolve to declutter.
I’ll slice through my closets like butter.
	What looks dated and torn
	Or what I haven’t worn
Will be bagged up and tossed to...

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This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane. 
They are based on the original sonnet of...

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Forsake me not, for I would pine 
and waste, like tendrils on the vine 
that shrivel when the rains abscond 
and nullify our special bond....

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An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s...

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Who am I to stop you if you resolve to kill yourself?
But before you quit the game, roll the dice one last time.

What have you...

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