Best Customary Poems

 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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The Moon is almost...

Sullen skies forewarn the frozen shroud.
 Gale November winds sway bare limbed
trees, whistling in chorus with arrows of
Geese straining to steer south.

The...

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Thick white clouds
Retracing posture
Atop the layers of earth;
Foggy shrouds of white
Overclouded landscape
Clogging the sunlight
In blurry unclearness.

In brown faded bushes
Lies inhalations of dryness,
Catchy like the gasoline
In...

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Our memories can be aroma-based...
   at times not stoked by customary kind.
What some may find offensive, flee in haste,
   to others...

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Early one morning, as fresh springtime was just ending,
I was hiking in the woods, and overhearing the birds sing.

And with a tranquil heart, and lost...

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Magenta buds wait their turn on birch trees stately
    while cedars' spines soar skyward so straightly

  Barren branches of oaks sans...

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Silhouette

Through opaque darkness, delving in the deep
as if to say life’s face we must forget
where shadows lurk in silent scenes to keep
an image not as...

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I just can’t distinguish between 
the nerves of steel you clasp onto, 
or the weakness in momentary 
       ...

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Street Walker in Oslo 

As the black-winged night occupies my balcony
and spread its wings in triumph and shop lights
try in vain to illuminate and gladden...

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They altered her name to match with his'. 
They changed her biological parents to avoid interclan. 
Everyone said that it's customary and she has to...

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It has become customary for me to have someone laying in my bed ; to keep me warm when my covers can't
I guess its on...

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I learned to not trust anyone like I do
The shadow of a white rose is black too
You made my friends laugh at me
I’ll make your...

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By Ombuge Moses

Mama!
You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you...

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A stranger passing by
in an instant,

doors open and closing
people come and go un-noticed

moving in ways so customary
ignored by the very people coming and going.

how many...

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