Best Congested Poems

Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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pastel June roses
afternoon picnic baskets
hiking a mountain meadow
the wanderlust thirst
as open as the ocean
beneath a fair freckled sky

drunk on sunshine wine
sunburns and blistered noses
sticky glazed...

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Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.

Lips are forever...

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from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays

from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter

from distaste of the...

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To Sneeze or Not to Sneeze
(with apologies to William Shakespeare)


To sneeze or not to sneeze, that is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to...

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filling the radio with words of availability
lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s”
in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection
Jane,...

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Through invisible bars
Of his wide expansive space,
He searched far into the night sky
And settled upon a distant star,
Where the wounds she had administered
Did not resemble...

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“Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's...

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the rhythm of old poems,
precision breathing 
in and out,
nose and mouth.

reality fogs a window
on a cold winter morning,
clears the congested mind
one wrinkle at a time.

in...

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Withered hands that have lived a thousands lives over,
hold me above the sinister ways that life has tricked me.
A grandfather with the weight of the...

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Strolling down through the meadow today
Spring flowers are budding, growing tall,
Smaller forest creatures will be out to play.

At the far end the woodland recovers from...

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There is that damp pressure 
pushing against your skin
on those thick, 
fog congested mornings
when the light
is almost absent

and you feel walled in
and alone
being deprived of...

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A  heritage resplendent in culture and crafts
Where monuments rub shoulders with swank malls
Enticing  blend of  old and new
Lucknow my town always enthralls

Values...

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In congested homes of slums
The poor people live –
No one listens to their grief!...

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Once again i'm alone
searching within to find my strength
my light of passage has not been shone
traveling congested roads at great length
my people's always seem to...

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