Best Condensation Poems

Arms raised, her charms rise
jet black mane cascades wetted
hour glass figure viewed
her curvaceous tanned skin fuels
she turns, that look, I'm in love




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Oh Condensation,

No mater how warm one feels
as their floating away
toward cloud nine with zeal
You’ll find a way
to bring them down!

You look at them and sneer.
Increasing the pressure 
with your cold frown.

Until the point you see their tear!...

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So fragile 
are conterfeit scrolls 
coiled 
upon libertine tongues

and yet

I've entertained 
so many ardent phantoms
my lips 
have become a pretty chandelier
on which love-lovers 
hang the condensation 
breathed in the heat 
of ankle-deep desire
to own a piece of my naivety.

If I breathed away 
these frozen beads...

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Condensed, 
thin as this paper
between the hard tug 
of time and gravity  
and the moist weight 
of my fears

A puddle, a mere,
a human life;
still breathing, 
thinking, wanting,
muddling through

I fear now, I must wait
in shallow dampness
for a warm sun to 
dry these tears,
then rise and
become...

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When I am ready
To befall your name
And the hand's
Of God are true
First, give thanks
To Jesus,
Fpre his persuasion
Is true,
Revile in his name
In glory,
Fore He come's
To receive us and retrieve us
Rapture us and redeem us
Remand us to
The promise land
To restore the Soul
Once again
AMEN

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Few pints of droplets,

Gallons a creek, tons a sea,

Under weightless clouds....

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I am elevated to high most unseen
the view of the heavens peaceful and serene

however I am but a man flawed in many ways
my soul battered bruised and frayed

I do but seek shelter from the heat of my own damnation
the moisture building up inside me like...

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A blossom has become laughter has become a smile 
    has become a petroleum has become a campaign 
   has become sometimes a kind of fascination?. 
  I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?....

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A blossom has become laughter has become a smile 
    has become a petroleum has become a campaign 
   has become sometimes a kind of fascination?. 
  I weep why should the peaceful world bubbliiiiiiiiig?....

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