Best Cryptic Poems

Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in...

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A cryptic note:  
“Meet me in the middle of Nowhere,
Tonight when the moon is full.”
What is my wife playing at? Is this her idea...

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A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary. 

A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness 
through...

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 Somewhere in a strange land
An unknown heart throbs for me
Etching an amorous graffiti
On the blank walls of my mind
Where ever I am, I feel...

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‘ Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.’ William Shakespeare


Her persona is like 
a portrait of...

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For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated...

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THE POET’S PANEGYRIC

“There’s someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and...

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I look through my prism
Still I can not see
All of your vibrant colours

I wish for the beauty of a sunrise
To see the brilliance of flowers...

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I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field...

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Confined within the steep banks of a narrow mind 

is a cryptic river where men stumble in and go blind

They construct reinforced dams that hold...

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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular...

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Awake through afternoons and ageless nights,
the poet waits for a muse to sneak.
His brumous mind reminisces,
frantically exploring a galaxy of words.
He looks for a lofty...

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