Best Blundering Poems
Ironbar
...He just appeared to me, like wispily curling
Chimney smoke,
One grim and early morning in the very midst of
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where......
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Categories:
blundering, nature, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Cull
...I have no pearls of wisdom for you,
you wouldn’t listen in any event,
I’ll give you no advice,
no beatings will be any good either,
it’s not the gift that you need.
You were there for the cast......
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Categories:
blundering, introspection, metaphor, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
That Which Held Me In a Magical Spell
...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Which Held Me In A Magical Spell
That which held me in a magical spell
Dark, its winding infinity and heart
Its red beach, covered in sad broken shells
Shred......
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Categories:
blundering, appreciation, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
One Picture At a Time
...A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried
The plans w......
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Categories:
blundering, death, grief, husband, loss,
Form:
Quatrain
On My First Attempt To Read Canterbury Tales
...If I had time enough to climb
this Everest of rhythmic rhyme,
I’d find my mind is wandering,
meandering through desert clime.
Each ancient word seems so absurd,
countless of which I’ve never h......
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Categories:
blundering, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
An Artist's Prayer
...“An Artist's Prayer"
By Rachel Heffington
I've seen the Master Artist's brush
In deer so quiet, dusky-shy,
I've seen His charcoal pencil trace
A tree against the evening sky.
His watercolors ......
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Categories:
blundering, art, faith, nature
Form:
Light Verse
October
...He chose a face
that only his mad mother
would love.
He painted a tragedy
upon a crooked grin.
His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.
A blunder......
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Categories:
blundering, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
All About the Music: Bodies
...Blundering bodies
Find fulfilment in rhythm;
Let the Music in.......
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Categories:
blundering, dance, life, music, repetition,
Form:
Haiku
Bear
...Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group......
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Categories:
blundering, abuse, age, angel, baby,
Form:
Free verse
Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
...Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Mandruka was always a spluttering
Wife was always talking and muttering
Then came Frank who was always fluttering
Golly, Molly was always stuttering
Mandr......
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Categories:
blundering, fun, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Soul of the Night
...Have I looked upon the darkest hour
Cluelessly cleansing, experience dire
Renewed regret, taste of the flower
Cunning clever concoctions, now sour
Triggering a transformation by fire
Have I looke......
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Categories:
blundering, dark, introspection,
Form:
Villanelle
Devoid of Love
...DEVOID OF LOVE
________________
Dawn of your life,
Sun doesn't rise.
Morning greets gloom.
Noon is a matter of grey.
Shadow lost its silhouette.
In hustle and bustle of life.
Standing in......
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Categories:
blundering, love,
Form:
Free verse
Greening the Blue Does It Include You
...Earth and environment preserved for us,
all bountiful and all lush.
Very pristine, pure and clean,
Clear blue sky and lands jade green.
Languid wings of breeze used to carry,
Scents of flor......
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Categories:
blundering, nature, earth, environment, mother,
Form:
Couplet
Passion Unfettered
...PASSION UNFETTERED
There is a force within a few that stands aloof,
Jealously gazing at the eyes of lovers brimming with expectation,
But something stays frozen-- in disjointed time,
Afra......
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Categories:
blundering, hope, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
My Clock
...My Clock
By J. Philip Harris
Tick tock, tick tock the old man clicks his clock. That rude robust bellow of the long and short. Splattering seconds as it pleases. RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT......
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Categories:
blundering, allegory, analogy, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue