Best Correspond Poems

Nails grow long and shapely
Standing out against the 
Finger where it is filed
Down to a silhouette
That forms an erotic
Design against
The backdrop
Of fleshy
Fragile
Skin
Nail
Artistically
Colored with
Reds, pinks, auburns,
All the colors of polishes
Meant to reflect the glowing
Profiles of these well-rounded
Voluptuous digits that correspond
To the beautiful hand they are attached
To...

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Hi everybody, my name is Vera as some of you already know, and I am the wife of Peter Duggan. I came on this site to cheer Peter on, and also to read some poetry which I do enjoy at times. I have made a...

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 In the shower one day was a blond
      The door bell rang, she went to respond
     She shouted "who's there?"
         "It's the blind man" he declares
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I believe because we fit so well my love,
Love was foreign now you're my heart’s song.
You made me believe you're a gift from above.
Before you, my love my life was all wrong.
I’d listen to your confessions all night long,
I’m utterly happy to be your loving...

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Man trashed every Earth green zone, and now wishes to render Mars equally prone. Let planet plans focus from hearts, not wallet bones, that Mars may be left alone.

We cannot go out any door
to find peaceful people living pure,
yet some seek galactic lure on Mars....

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An I am of Love is precept approved,
Doesn’t need approval of concepts' inept,
Doesn’t need the nod of man/woman, only God,
By precept of love’s absolve soul’s love is kept! 

Seeing Love’s being is uncompromising,
Not of double mind concepts non-comprising, 
Within one’s own precept love is the...

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I may question your beliefs 
but my standard is not my own 

I can not trust my thoughts 
because my thoughts are not yet grown 

My moral compass points to me 
and I realise this truth 

but you fail to realise you 
also subjectivize yours...

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I saw him from afar, a lonely oak tree, 
both of his eyes contained such misery.
I wanted to know his story,he's a mystery. 
He looks so sad, I wanted him to be happy,
Our eyes met and he beckoned me.


I saw him come to life right...

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BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING 

Sleep comes as a welcome guest
Who assuages in some measure
The prolonged stage of pain
Within the straits of breathless grief.

The one at final rest starts a journey 
Beyond the narrow confines 
Within the dimmed space
Out to the open prairie of a sunlit
Horizon, unknown...

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Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because...

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The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors comes
when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of...

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Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.

(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws of dreams.)

Relativity caused Newton’s view to shatter,
In positing spacetime to...

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Because the charity of my native place
Obliged me, the broken branches I the picked up
Them giving back him, who was to debase.

Then we finally reached where had to leap
From the second turn to third, and just where
Horrible art of justice you can seep.

To best describe...

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I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.

I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where...

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