Best Compounded Poems

He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.

The music in her...

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When truly embracing life, one must 
also embrace the mortal chain of death 
as friends and family continue passing 
in harmony with the earthly seasons,...

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SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from...

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Lonely tears soak my pillow’s
Face leave only traces of a 
Powerful sadness compounded
By the infinite time and space
Between the last time I wrapped
My arms around...

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Tis the season for resolutions
Happy New Year once again
Instilled with renewed enthusiasm
Solemn determination to succeed

Intrepid with my long list of goals
Start the year steadfastly committed

Travel,...

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Only an inspired mortal such as I,
could feel the stimuli
synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people,
who for centuries have inhabited this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never...

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The human qualities and potential isn’t limited nor territorial
kindness at its peak is indeed interracial
it is brutal to keep this knowledge confidential
b’cos, my experience is...

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I caught you creeping around
with your spying eyes
Quick, furtive glances
betray your silent, stealthy movements
Human satellite camouflaging black cloud,
always in passing tear bursts,
secretly scans through a...

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A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we...

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Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli
            synonymously woven within the indigenous people
 ...

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Thank you 

Thank you for another year,
I know I wont be able to write this, without shedding a tear,
I would like to thank you from...

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At last I am free
from a language that
tried to subdue me;
And all the faces from my past.
That of statured men (on knees)
stripped from sacred dignity-
from...

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A few also rented words by David Archuletta:
"A Writing style technique that hides with an evasiveness, while still long steeped in confusion." 

The above Copyrighted...

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My simple thoughts compounded leaves
The fruit of my labour I bear to thieves
The concentric circles in my bark at every stage
Hold me steady, firm as...

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