Best Compresses Poems

A helical "Slinky" type coil
Compresses or springs without toil,
It’s spiral at times,
Or stretched to the nines...
Like worms that are happy in soil!

Beneath or on top of the ground,
They stretch, but so often lie wound,
Their tunnels air earth
To make healthy dirt
And seedlings are glad they’re around!


February...

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She sits alone 
She draws her knees up to her shoulders, hugging them tightly
She shivers in the icy wind 
Her teeth chatter and the stream of tears from her eyes, sting her cheeks 
As she lifts her head towards the heavens, 
Her eyes burn with...

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Falling into the vortex,
there is no escape
You're sucked in,
getting sub-atomically stripped
is your inevitable fate
No more straight line of linear time
No more clearly defined dimensions of reality,
it all bends and shifts
Space-time gets blended
and folded,
unanchored and set adrift
The future compresses inside the past
You see everything in an...

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As little boys 
we rode bikes
fast down the dunes,
on the vertical side
of Sand City

Big tires creased
deep furrows 
in the down-slope,
same as boats trailing
wakes upon the swell

At the leeward portion
of the great sand hills
the long bronze 
shadows of late noon 
stretched to east

Meeting low pines
over ice...

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This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or a curse
Without confidence we stand degraded, disenchanted, alone
while with too much we kick down too many doors
in celebration of charm...

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Hypocrisy within the Village Flock

As the seasons of my life changes, glorious it may not be!!
Valley bells summons the flock to chapel.
Heavily polished Pews squeak, as Village flock take their seats.
Distant ghostly voices ring out with such shallowness.
“Chapel roof raised with such false faith”
No attention...

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I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done. 
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart,...

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The power we now witness is only the start
An angry earth she is, her tectonic plates in depart
Seconds later they again meet with abrasive force
The reaction to the action is just a matter of course

Crustal deformation from the abyss of her deep
For she'll care not...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan

Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I use the iron tools myself on the mother
To death

Myself : Who is this myself ?
Am I somebody else  ...

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Your chase!
Reminiscing on the oceans I had to dry up
and the volcanos I had to ice up
just to capture the epicenter of your heart
well protected by strong canines
of your carnivorous standards.

Hanging with the clouds of the highest heights
and combating with the dragons
of the Amazon Forest
was...

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In the beginning there was a "Big Bang"
God spoke and the universe ring
Everything in the universe sing hail to the King
He said Light Be, light was and light is and always will be seen
Light and sound was heard as the universe expand on demand
All of...

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It can kill you.

The more you feed it, the more it craves
you. You try to control it, but the chemistry is
too heated up, so you are hypnotized
with it’s ability to energize you.

It makes itself clear- with it’s bright colours 
and all that, but you forget...

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My love floats across the ground of my eyes.
Coming nearer to unravel love's heart,
And claim reason for its deeper sighs.
To lift these eyes, joyous love to impart.
The space between compresses ever slow.
As hearts pound deeper in their reddest flame.
To fill the distance with its golden...

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Topsy-Turvy Love

Love turns the world upside down
slows the axial rotation
draws out passion’s sunset
compresses the hours together
shrinks the horizon to one face
cresting pillowed mountains.



5/2/2016

submitted to – Love Turns The World Around – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron...

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Block after block there is a man.
Outstretched hands
presenting a brown-stained 
Starbucks cup.

Steadfast, I must look straight.
Businesslike gait 
creating the illusion that 
I have somewhere important to go.
A lie.

The air between me and the cup and the hands and the man
compresses in my brain.
Like the air...

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