Best Crowding Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the...

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Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by...

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As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive 
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming...

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Why do they call it 'tourist season'
If you're not allowed to shoot 'em
Seems like a great opportunity
To end the over crowding problem

If a house fly...

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The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My...

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Faraway, across a widening 
Expanse of vacant fields,
Dawns slated light is gradually 
Awaking;
And too soon new Morn's stilled 
Indifference 
Determinedly steals
Into the abstractions  of...

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With the onset of advancing age, so I find,        
A man grows weary of all mundane talk; ...

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There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good,
Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood,
And he thought...

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Who can know the mysterious 
ways of the clouds? 
They travel in white whipped masses
and gather like solemn pinnacles 
looking upwards in reverent penitence. 

Silent...

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Horizon imprints blazing joy, where autumn blushes amber sky
Glistening meadows of gilded season, adorning tinted russet dye
As amethyst winds of eventide flutter leaves on crimson...

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Fatcat,
Hairy nuisance
Sprawling over bedsheets
Crowding limited sleepspace with
Blubber....

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A versifier indeed, crowding the tiny city dwellers,
above the rest flying with the strongest propeller.

In day he disperses many tiny...

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A blue Sunday sky
Fluffy white clouds start to build
They grow and they grow

The clouds are crowding
Some thunder and lightning
Maybe some light rain

When morning rises
The sky...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs...

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Welcome to our barnyard, you can call me Fred.
My job is to get everyone out of bed.
Cheerful by nature, I’m proud to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
A beautiful crow...

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