Best Affinity Poems

I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager owners, for their wildest, dream homes to occur,
Like clusters of wild, blooming daisies, which upon one color, seem to concur.

I...

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affinity
to all that's peaceful
feeding the soul



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on October 8, 2018...

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The storms, last night, adept in flash flood fright.
It’s good to stay inside until first light.
The day before, I stopped for gas, aghast
as I stepped out the wind and leaves did blast
around my core. My heart was beating quick,
and lightning struck, pounding its thunder stick.
The...

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and Vincent, the Artist applies on the canvas
a black stroke here and a black stroke there
before the crows disperse and disappear
he steps back to observe but his mind
is uneasy his affinity for the bright color yellow
is enhancing his depressive manic state
and he  must strive...

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And Vincent, the Artist applies on the canvas
a black stroke here and a black stroke there
before the crows disperse and disappear
he steps back to observe but his mind
is uneasy his affinity for the bright color yellow
is enhancing his depressed manic state
and he  must strife...

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knew a man who went to 
cemeteries &
he took photos of the gravestones---
while this is most certainly
not a unique way of finding serenity,
it is one that brings to light
the affinity of the dead,
for there, this man was tranquil
he found peace with those who
have finally been...

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We're getting deep.
Speaking thoughts with vacant eyes;
Intertwined between the sheets.

I can't help myself.
Caress your tenderness;
Envelope yourself in mine....

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In this world  so dim
Brightness is lent by your grin
Reminicensing years  gone marked bylaughter so loud
All sorrows go under shroud
Yours was a hand to hold
When rest of the world seemed cold
When times were tough
Just one ear was good enough
You gave me time
When the...

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 I have an affinity to snowflakes falling,
for I was born in a snow blizzard storm;
and in winter it is my name-  snow is calling,
so, I walk forest paths dressed cozy warm.

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November 21, 2020


Poetry/Rhyme/My Affinity
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-466-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


Submitted...

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The Affinity
By Hobbes and Malkheus

*Quick note*
This is a poem that me and a friend wrote for the poets guild over on www.furaffinity.com,
which I founded.

Supportiveness and togetherness
The friendship and family
a place where we can always turn in times of need
the people who always support and accept...

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I am drawn to beautiful wild scenery and landscapes
lured, enchanted and enthralled by the native creatures
with magnetic fascination . . . 
I feel a kinship and connection to the natural world and universe
inside my internal soul and enclosed world I write words 
for the birds...

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I shall live the rest of my life in serenity
With beautiful thoughts filling my mind,
A desire to love and be loved is my affinity.

Some may say this lofty goal an extremity
No doubt, some will bitter criticism find,
I shall live the rest of my life in...

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magnetic fascination
kin to emancipation
a connection internal
stirs emotions supernal

nature is unparalleled  
provokes intoxication
as we feel deeply compelled
to exalt admiration



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on May 28, 2018 for EIGHT-LINE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 4TH...

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The ball rolls from pain
as its popped from its socket,
called home by its mother,
a woman with sorrow for having a child.
refusing to keep light out
for it stands to remind
just as oceans with chains
tell you how to exist.
the flock holds together
but can never remember
and calling for...

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I know all about disapproval and condemnation,
apathy and consternation are the bricks in my wall;
each brick takes me further into isolation,
there are vines that my tears grew and under them for shelter I crawl.
And in safety my predilection and reverence I explore,
encompassed and bound with...

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