Best Crisscross Poems

Age three, crisscross apple sauce, hands in your lap.
Age five, scooting a few inches, to let whole class in.
Age twenty-three, fresh out of college, a...

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I stand here with every step of my life etched in crisscross lines beneath these
well worn feet. 

Well worn feet that have carried me for...

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Twigs

Flowers bloom
And flowers wilt.
Flowers blush
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.

Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
Sparrows fly
And brighten the sky.
That...

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights....

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I always feel like a prisoner in the winter, banished from the outside by the jealous wind. As I get older, I continue to make...

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Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.

Grazing...

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The last breath expelled from my lungs called your name
as I fall to the ground on this dark battlefield
Weary and worn from the conflict so...

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She stood, staff in hand ...
Staring down at the man kneeling before her
Strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail
Cinnamon skin,...

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I was thinking today 
                    ...

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she stood,
staff in hand ...
staring down at the
man kneeling before her -
strands of her hair danced on the
breeze like a stallion's tail ...
cinnamon skin, a...

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WHATEVER, WHEREVER, WHENEVER!   

Imagine what goes through
Our minds in one day,
Perhaps millions of thoughts 
I would dare to say!
A complex computer of 
Crisscross...

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Sunday evening stretches and yawns
  drowsy as a tender fawn
Who frolics and plays throughout the day
  then curls up midst leaves to lay

While...

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Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Vibrant rainbow blossom to come
Idyllic redolence fragrance.
Song retold on garden pleasance.

Error-less scents so admired thrum.
Springtime unfolds mystic winsome,
Dawn lightens fanciful golden
Purples, pinks,...

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Within my breast I carry ancient death; 
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay. 
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath 
Still...

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I sit in the darkness 
until it’s time to play 


not looking for trouble 
but it makes it’s way 


I lay the threads 
they crisscross...

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