Best Bespoke Poems

"Bespoke"



unknown variables quiver the quill 
biting words playfully taking waiting lips
qualitative honeyed eucylyptus elixir 

speaks to you 
bespoke 
in passionate whispers

dripping the burning grenades
intimate soliquays
like...

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Why I did it, I don’t know
Tornado of regret tortures my heart

On a moonless night, he approached 
Limping toward me as I pumped gas
Why was...

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When Light needed a body to behold, and color to kiss,
as Darkness dreamnt to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered to lust for...

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I signed a contract with the state
to use my body as they will.
My mind they did manipulate.
In the name of freedom, I would kill.

I never...

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That's all we have when you come right down to it:
little pieces of life, random moments we dare call--
memories!

But what are these fragments, these snippets...

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it’s wonderful,
amazing the world dwellers are
civilized they’re as well as I’m really!

with them-

my language is English
I’m civilized!
my language is Arabic, Mandarin, French, Bengali etc
I’m civilized!
I’m...

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Then ...
Where were you?
Don't you know how diligently I looked ...
How I begged for fate to pity me?

Every face, every curve, every eye glint and...

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The daily BS saga continues
        as censorship’s still on the go
      Poems culled,...

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"Seven Shades and Mr Blue Skies"



You walked into the storm
and waited for some sign
to struggle less 
face upturned
looking for Blue Skies

Seven shades illuminated
the yearning of...

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THE PENGUIN

Way down south on a continent frozen
The penguin a tough life has chosen
Though you’d think he’d be coy
Like a super-cool playboy
You’ll find him out...

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“Blindness separates people from things;
deafness separates people from people.”
– Helen Keller

She sat amongst the gathering crowd.
It was her birthday, you see.
The men were bespoke so...

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Upon the path to self-destruction,
noticed I, a quaint obstruction.
Barrin' me to stay my course
was fear, envy, doubt and remorse.
"Imagine it!" to meself says I,
"Tis for...

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For John Hink


I left your stool in my kitchen corner where you sat, a crooked grin on your weathered face that had seen a hundred...

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she had enough curiosity to kill a thousand cats but not about sex

she awoke to him on top of her AGAIN then a quick blow...

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising;
And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising.

My...

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