Best Balustrade Poems

The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.

I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the...

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I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow

Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms....

Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~

While gently closing these doors, lowering the windows and, drawing the shades

Another moment amid...

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She gazes forth, forlorn, her splendor inspired, her grieving vast 
It was three hundred years since the Bard of Avon did create
An ode to her beauty; a tale of love, of joy, of sadness and of fate
Juliet and her lost love Romeo, forever bound, forever...

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Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows 
Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of 
time's 
Potter and I but this clay while closing gently these doors; lowering her windows 
drawing light's
Shades another moment...

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Some would call me homeless.  I call myself a traveler.  In this city I traverse the wonder of human art and nature's beauty as if the two have melded together as one.  The ornate iron railings seem to grow into the sweet...

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I stood by the bridge 
Gazing down at the greens 
Of the trees on the banks 
At the union of streams. 

Through mossed balustrade 
Reflected I'd spy 
The spires of Magdalen 
In watery sky. 

Leaves on the water 
Red, yellow and gold 
By unseen currents,...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!

Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole, 
topsy-turvy on...

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The front bar of the Criterion is filling up,
It’s after five and the patrons are filing in.
Placed orders echoing off the old timbers 
Vying to be heard and adding to the din.

The Grand Old Lady proudly plays host
As she looks out over the muddy Fitzroy.
Thirsty...

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For V.R.S.
 
A bend, a pirouette--a flower's dance
reflects in his shadowed eyes, and in her
thorned steps, the atrophying force rooted and redoubling.
Promise me, he breathes behind a teacup
while she is encapsulated in a globe of fading light.
The briny-dotted atlases sit reverent,
assembled beside the living-
room's songs...

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Your castle has a moat
to mark for the unawares
the point of danger,
the change of rule.
My fort has a juice box

Your castle has a drawbridge
to allow in only those
who pass the "Hark! Who goes"
test and cause the chains
to move.
My fort has peak roof
for peeking out
and, on...

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A war raged on twixt north and south
while dimpled smiles raised her fine mouth,
simplicity seduced.
He wanted her, he loved her grace
but of her mind,well, there's no trace,
he catered and abused.

Although they'd breed her tall and fine
fed her on dates and cherry wines,
she was simply useless.
They'd...

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With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young, )
hold on to that, the string of that
to grip the...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved and with him, his bed
And time moved.

Half-way on a bridge...

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the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush

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Chorus X 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of my promises.

1. Your apples are in need of a worthy...

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