Best Concreted Poems

Our dog is relaxing for the first time in almost eighteen hours.
The interloper is finally gone.
She is so relieved; I have never heard her sigh this deeply and we have had her for seven years.
Yes, I am referring to the bulldog-pit bull mix puppy that...

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The noise aboard the motor boat reminds me that I was not alone
The high perspiration smell from the young couple sitting beside me
caused me to remember the green wood’s in Virginia and the squirrels
chasing each other up and down the tree in a love Frisbee
The...

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#5

I asked myself
Why can’t I be like her?
Calved in a very luxurious life
Loaded with an abundant wealth

She might never felt this
About all of these worries that I hold

That I also had a dream
A dream that I believed 
A concreted one
Such concreted till I could probably...

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Saga     (1)
Seeing the lives of saga saints
I wanted to pass life reclusively
Nothing hoarding for further life
Holding only covering body
Two metres of clothe dwindled 
From shoulders to leg
One water holder for quenching thirst
For hunger purpose everywhere
In the beautiful make up of my...

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Treason Reasons




                              Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
         ...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded pennants
   of sun-saliva silks on rain-dribbled cotton
then
cherry-flat footsteps...

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Remembering the mountain
My tears start falling down
Crawling upon my face
I departed from the wharf of home
And I am started to think
Crying the nostalgia of this mountain
It was once a symbol of my pride
Being the descendants of warriors
Telling the ode of my past raising hood
They were...

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Enough of living in my head via manufactured means. 
Never will enough be said about our fractured beams. 
Trying hard to let it shine, maybe gain back esteem. 
Showered over people like admiration for the queen. 
That's a lot of power in adminastration and its...

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EASTER SUNRISE

Outside, perfect Sunrise
Service. The air’s so fresh.
Pastel dresses, pretty ties.
Resurrection from the creche.

Birth and rebirth celebrated.
Jesus - our Dayspring on High.
As sunrise songs begin, elated,
Oh how blessed with warming-eye.

The Son! The Son! Salvation
Hallelujahs in the blue and red hills -
Up goes the praise of...

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Weeping Willows

In a picture of grief
Death lies underneath
Scattered in the far
Stands tall
To show to all
A grey mass
A written note from the past

Weeping willows pierce the ground close by
Weeping winds whistling a secrete cry
Concreted angel
Lives on
In the strong stone structure
And the ground
In which she stands upon

Never...

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Feel like a prostitute, only used at night

Never appreciated, I don't think its right

People make use of me with little thought at all

Without me they'd be in the dark, could trip or fall

 

Never worry about me, couldn't care if I'm hurting

But! don't they complain...

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Into the Flames is where your soul will remain
The book of Life thirsts for God's pen of judgement and smite
Can't erase it even if you thought forgetting would please Him
You walked around without repentance holding on to your demons
Apologies excuses of the awful, eyes of...

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My heart was completely hearted,
My Past was a quicksand, my ancestors,
Died without a drawing to follow up,
Younger generation has no guide lines.

When a person found a search light, 
And noted a formula of luxuries,
He wrote it for his younger generation.
Without roots a tree can’t survive.

A...

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By those virtues deposited in my heart;
Amiss those tandem brutal deleted parts;
Memories of prior judgment sinner wrath;
Presently mourners rants when will healing start;

Remorseful and enlighten yet still I'm sad;
There is a virus sin driven this not right;
Urban bound humanity stillborn so mad;
Now so death is...

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You can smell the fall scented air,
Hear the laughter and screams at the fair.

See the dogs run loose,
Giving the kids an extra boost.

The bench I sit unto,
Had the dismay of an older clue.

Rusted edges,
Concreted ledges.

Chipped brown paint,
Turning a little faint.

If you look through my eyes,
You...

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