Best Arced Poems

an ardent desire of flames was burning
its passion held captive within our hearts
the temple of bodies arced in yearning
when fingers became restless like mozart's
melodies played beneath flickers of love
as sparks grew fuller than this moon tonight
more lambent in glow than what shone above
the gleam of...

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Our eyes met 
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
 
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
 
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent sweet
Perfect purr
 
Drinks drunk
We make our leave
Joining hands
Like a weavers weave
 
Late night walk
Hand in hand
The talk is sweet
Of the...

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Ballroom Delights

We are swept in the whirl of gowns twirling around
In the glow of glass lights shining down from each wall
While I dance with his hand holding mine, the sweet sound
Of the music brings joy to my heart held in thrall.

My silk gown flows with...

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Most nights I come and go in silence
offering temptation to a lover’s glance

Tonight I am the eerie guardian
of children in a mindless sugar-trance.

My narrow grin a rocking chair
for goblin, ghost or witch

My gentle breeze the harbinger
of creaky branches shadow-twitch.

I duck behind dark clouds to laugh
as...

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" Tortured metaphors
                           spilling from tequila lips,
            ...

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I'm a feathered ocean,
stained with inspiring hearts of lost souls, weaving light,
life's potion

A wisdom's pray,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
arced sway

And stars,
carve sagas, bright,
scars

I'm a feathered ocean, 
let rivulets sing in mauve might, 
scars....

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Jack and our Jill 
went up the hill
And there she broke her water.

She laid right down
upon the ground
and bore them both a daughter.

Poor Jack, undone,
had hoped a son; 
their marriage, it was fleeting.

In deep despair,
fell down the stair,
and there his heart stopped beating.

But life goes...

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fishing with a fallen star
angling using wishing bait 
do dark thoughts on arced nights
unravel fate or gavel bang

flights sit temptingly on the surface disguised as joy, distorted lies...

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Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas,
an aurora-lime dance.

Arced streamers among the nimbus
lends it’s flavors of cherry and orange,
personality to a taste of the ethers.

A display of lavender-pink tones gift
electric kisses and join the promenade.

A luminous do-see-do sparks crescendo,
a gods...

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Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas, an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus lends it’s flavors of cherry and 
orange, personality to a taste of the ethers.
A display of lavender-pink tones are electric kisses and promenade. 
A luminous do-see-do...

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MOON WAVE

Poseidon drew up from the salty sea,
a silver splash of wave from Earth to Moon.
High was the crest as it arced and fell free,
from the chilled night sky and onto the dune.
The sand danced ribbons across the shore, 
it caught it's breath in the...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement

A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual crusting snow layering
The boardwalk a ribbon of white awaiting the...

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A moth to the heart of the light, flamed
A memory semi-precious, almost alive
A random arced flight of a bullet not aimed
A gymnastic crimson misted dusty dive.

An event striking elsewhere, a country un-named
His memories stop, awards to come; cease,
Mass shock, horror, and politics blamed
Kind words at...

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We were one people, neighbours and kin
Before independence and the politician’s whim
In August’47, the brotherhood ended
The country was partitioned and we were independent

Democracy worked in India, floundered in neighbouring Pakistan
Victim to army rule and the power of the gun
And many a times since ’47, the...

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Cumulus Nimbus
To build upon the plains
On sun ripened grass
Golden yellow
The blinding white
Glorious hammerheads 
Towered to the sky
The coming rains

Colours ,can change too
In the heat of afternoons
The billowing white
Became blue
Darkened skies
Upon the plains
The first thunders
The coming rains

The flickering ,
of light
Upon the plains
Golden yellow
In sun ripened winter
In...

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