Best Backdrop Poems

Love is a swooshing whirlpool,
swirling, twirling and whirling -
intensifying porcelain emotions.

Floating helplessly,
like bubbles in a tepid breeze.

There are still flashbacks

an unforgettable memory,
where poets, painters and musicians,
rushed to liberate their excited muses.

Her
diamond droplet eyes dazzled,
embellishing her emerald dress. 
A vision of clarity, curing sadness.

A solution to...

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Memories move like shadows,
A slow and mocking waltz
Across a backdrop of loss.
Breakable as glass, tiny fissures
Through my mind.
Malleable as sand - eroded by time, 
Washed away in pieces.
Still, the senses torment: 
Vacant voices, ghostly glimpses,
Wafts of faint perfume -
Your phantom scent 
The worst kind of...

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Fragrance of twilight
drips like honey
on prairie’s mantle,
lingering through bushes
while stenciled stars
etch pastel montage
of wind's backdrop,

lush upon amber
reflecting hued silhouette
through wild grass
and virgin roses...
For a moment...
time freezes
giving way
to mother moon

bestowing her splendour,
the last night-keeper
of mankind
and dewed prairies...
I find myself
one amongst them
at the border
of creation,
when twilight’s fragrance
sails...

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It’s a big city backdrop and I’m
Buzzing like a burnt out light
Hidden away in this studio again
Fall asleep waiting up for you
But the doorknob sits unturned
And like a match I’m beginning to feel burned.

Color me the Color of your heart
And I’ll fade into the shadows...

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Shimmering stars through barren trees –
I see far as the eye can see!
For clouds are in and snuggled tight,
reveling in this midnight sky.

Others join, as one by one,
each darkened house awaits the sun;
they slumber as the night doth play
and prosper ‘til the light of day.

The...

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Crystalline feathers
Reflecting amorous light
Handle nature’s breeze


Written by
Cecil Hickman


Written for

Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name ~An Haiku From Your Window~...

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Summer's faded beach umbrellas
On shore of shimmering sea
Stand like bobbing sentinels
During sunburnt days
On warm, white sand.

Hot, sweaty summer's 
Breeze of salt spray
Caresses our faces and limbs as
Afternoon sun relentlessly
Ignites the lachrymose air.

The fisherman in harbor
Touches the pier with
No storms sighted,
And prepares to haul in
The catch...

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bare the foliage of trees

 petals crumbling… split from bones

ghosts of maples hanging low,

ashen backdrop tilts


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Q.1.What did the Police do? (Han ge police again)
Q.2.If someone is accused of murder, why his case was not solved immediately?
Q.3.Why did the Inspector General of Police or the administration failed in taking the action against People responsible for that murder?
Q.4.Why was his case pended,...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure, haughty ink on the day's parchments,
Confess to the earth in...

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Touch of any unknown
Unashamedly I say
It is yours's
On the backdrop of your oath!
I spread my eyes till the horizon
No hesitation to admit
Even if you say, its one sided
Its worth!

In days to come 
In my invisible form
You may find the worth of 
Loneliness and tear
Tell you
Love...

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the western sky is red tonight
a full moon lights the stage
a backdrop for love

stars that glow
seen from a moon-roof
on a warm desert night

it all starts with a kiss
it all comes together as bliss
if we could only stay like this...

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resentment
stained the  
painted 
backdrop 
with a
negative
vibes
that 
spread
like wild
fire through
out the cast
leaving a 
dark cloud 
of sadness
lingering 
over head...

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Against the backdrop of a leaden sky, where dreams lie shattered,
Beneath the heavy burden of pain, with echoes in sacred silences,
I lay down verses at dusk, where words are lost to the wind,
A saga of melancholy, an echo of a cry too holy.
What a heavy,...

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THEY STRUGGLED TO UNDERSTAND
THEYGO UPWARDS TO WHAT
THEY MIGHT KNOW
THEY STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
AND STAND ON THE THINGS THEY ALREADY KNOW THE NEED IS TEMPERED BY KNOWLEDGE
INSTANCE IN SUCH TRUTHS ARE STATISTICAL
WHERE THEN MIGHT I MENTION
TO MAKE SOMETHING OF NOTHING
WHAT SHALL HE WEAR
AND WHO SHALL SING TO...

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