Best Borderless Poems

Waft borderless borders;
within;

  The dividing line that separates the free
    and the slaves;

      where strangers come...

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I just found out 
that my bubble of suburbs 
is just as vulnerable 
as the city's maze of dark alleys.
I just found out that my...

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In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

While a tiny thread weaves...

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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise...

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Lament

Brooding days,
     Vanquished in the unconnected gloom,
            Shower frost,
Standing watch...

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I think personal faith
is just that – between you 
and God alone; which makes
all personal universal – 

meaning, that which we share 
with God is...

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Written: December 13, 2023
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An ovation for peace vibrates
everywhere around...

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I like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration,
Jane passionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.
That's a new idea to her.
Gathering the neighborhood like family.
The men...

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The Enigmatic Middle C
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She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a...

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My fractured and wounded spirit has wandered off course.
I have relinquished everything to a disreputable source.
In the vessels holding pyres of sacrificial flames
are the ashes...

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“Consider the kind of body that enters blueness,
made out of dead-end myth and mischievous
whispers of an old, borderless 
existence where the body’s meaning is both...

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for Granny Letchumi (b. fin 19th C. - d. 1978)

Once i was a prince in your highbeamed palm-thatched house
  timber and stone
  ...

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Education is life.
I want it but I can't.
It is my need.
Alternative learning I did.
I am called immigrant.
Oftentimes stateless.
I am trapped of nation-state.
When it was borderless.
Now...

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Mosquito Bat

Peering closely, I sought to quickly skim through the online latest news …
True to form, I am a stickler for keeping up with the...

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