Best Asymmetrical Poems

The boots moved slowly,
Crunching sun-baked clay.
A hazy wind down alleyways,
It moves with moans 
Then whistles softly,
Quickly gone.

A child stands in a doorway
Pulling something from his...

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Skimming through paragraphs,
I seem to stretch time and shrink my attention 
Underlining words I can't grasp
With my limited span of concentration,
Creating art I can't explain...

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You can be those slanted slopes of quandary,
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She sorts me in parts
From one side to other.
I am symmetrical and asymmetrical.

I am closest to her brain
I swing around her freely.

I take a leap...

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Life and Death in two separated clusters, Klimt draws conflicts.
The serenity of his cycle of life is bright in pure color, he depicts.
A modern dance...

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Expressing and process emotions
Releasing tension - negative energies
The ability to identify
Release your feelings out
Whether they are shaped by laughter or tears
Large, hanging, bursting, asymmetrical, small
all...

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You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this...

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Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical...

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It was just another Saturday night,
wasn't with nobody
My pockets were full
and my heart was on call
I was dressed to the nines,
and my hair was laid...

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It’s unfortunate that we are living past the age of romanticism. It’s as if in our busy lives we don’t have time to make time...

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A tall gothic black, steampunk top hat, 
Hung from a hook by her bed,
Hung in the gloom, of her velvet black room, 
After spending the...

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The fading ancient sun casts long shadows before me,
as I shuffle slowly and sluggishly down asymmetrical lanes.
How age mellows me like ripe watermelon, squeezing me
until...

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I’m not interested in ‘pretty',
The television fantasy of reality,
Boxed up and bow-tied.
That pre-packaged, overpriced 
Slice of life
Bought and sold by the pound
Of flesh,
That one-size-fits-all 
(Except...

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