Best Alleyway Poems

The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison...

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I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle...

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And still she smiles  

Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers
and walls crumble 
into...

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It was tantalizing, sweet completion
Lines of blue ink filling white space
Tastes of emotions, colors of consonants
Music of vowels, syllables singing
To create, and satiate

Then, time thinned
Responsibility...

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She sat huddled in an alleyway, frozen to the bone
Shivering with the clutch of matches that she sold.
She hadn't sold a match, but so longed...

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Serial Murder in Haiku

Murder one: Mary Lou

A prostitute dead
Motionless body cold blood
Killer on the loose

Murder Two: Stephaney

Body found in ditch
Brutally mutilated
Police have no clue

Murder Three:...

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One by one
They come and go;
Bus-stop blues


On the way out,
Smile as you go;
Embrace forgetfulness


Surge of passion
No need to feel;
Go with the flow


Bedtime stories
We swop tales;
Laugh...

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Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist, 
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath...

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Lost in the madness (that always is you)

Nightmare acrylics in lipstick stain passions
Blush on the fingers as mist falls the ground
Silhouettes linger in street shadow...

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He who is born in the ruthless streets of a busy city
I am without a home
A family
Nor a companion
I am all alone

My homes differ from...

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Even in darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers…

when walls crumble 
into a rubble strewn alleyway
and graffiti issues spray paint...

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Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty
Eighteen years old but no birthday party
Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder 
But unlike his comrades...

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As answers deceive
The questions stand
And dancers leave
To track the sand
Round robin conspiracy
Threatening us all
The letters all lower case
Their finality tall
Butting my head
Inside of the line
“When...

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improbable thoughts 
leading me
impossibility thinking
detours me in every alleyway
sheer blind faith
belief in the goodness of the universe
saving me 
guiding me
toward the bliss of myself...

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My closest friends, who number three
I heed not thus for loyalty
and neither camaraderie 
but simply in proximity

They live not down my alleyway
nor porch, nor in...

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