Best Brims Poems

When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber in
watercolor coffins 
with opaque metaphors,
weaving hoaxed 
hymns of the nascent 
heavens within these
mortal hues. 

I'm a bronze brushstroke 
of origami...

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Life is music that drifts in open spaces
        sometimes a brash crescendo 
        that brims with the fullness of now
when stories break from narrow, rigid scripts
     ...

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This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For...

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within the parting of titian stained skies
a wisp of crimson elapses from sight
as a gossamery wind amplifies
lullabies falling limpid in hushed night

beneath the willow, i watch as it weeps
then cradle myself in its fragile limbs
'tis there that most forgotten memories seep
as the salty spray of...

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My dearest love oft' pledged her soul,
          For life, though life then took its toll,
               My heart, the thread-bare casualty
  ...

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As genial cheers weave spells in your presence
To enchant our eyes with jubilant scenes;
For conservative ways do  kindle wonders
Though few will say, all is not what it seems.

Yet the stars beam in joyful contentment
Crowning eighty years of Elizabeth’s time,
Guided by old rules yet loved...

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As I step on the threshold through a dense cloud of dust
there's a moment I'm swept back,
walking deep into trust

To the arms of a childhood that never grows old
and where the cold of an attic, is warmed by the past

I remember the sun, and the...

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AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
cocked and bent creases in trousers 
when thugs were gents 
People with attitude women too 
demeanor and outfits like 
Ebony's front pages
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
Money on backs eyes watching 
the eye's of watchers 
Entrances and...

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My fashionista muse has many styles from which to choose,
and how she feels determines the colors she will use.

If she brims with silliness, it’s orange she could wear,
for couplets can be quirky heels, and heels come in a pair!

Also when lighthearted or simply wanting fun,
she...

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The bitterness brims and bubbles away

As the heart that once felt love over-spills.

Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills.



As the heart that once felt love over-spills

Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh.

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills

The surface punctures are...

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Curled up on the floor. In the middle of the day. I dream.
Images of hats and pills come out of nowhere. 

“I visit my garden each morning 
searching the ground to see
if the unused pills I found 
in my mother’s pill boxes,
and planted, had produced
a...

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the pulse of night i fear it not today
it comes to me in silent beats that fade
a claim it stakes upon a heart of staid
in rhythmic strikes of somber time to splay
i clasp my hands on bend of knee and pray
to walk away from death's...

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Cool breeze swept into the room
Sound of trees rustling and hustling
Birds were silent, winds singing
Fright walked in ghostly gloom

 Here stood a bloody evil-like monster
A deadly giant of about seven feet tall
Crouched in the dark of the house wall
Crouching slowly, a mortal master

 I held my breath...

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A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin

I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow...

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Spring speaks of promise beginning anew,
While winter winds whistle of being true.
Summer shouts like ferocious violins,
Buzzing warmth of Sun delivers up-chins.
Fall's voice is favoured, it's song's not of loss,
Her trust is heard as though hallowed glass-gloss,
Her breathing, laboured, is suggestion-filled.
Taste of her drink from the...

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