Best Dawdling Poems

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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I was a zealous fashion designer, whose elegant styles were ever in vogue,
Like the rainbow time of cool, damp evening, that elegant colors go rogue.

Lost...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and...

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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean...

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A Chinese lad was at table dawdling with his pork and rice.
This upset his mama-san who reprimanded him in a trice!
"Clean your plate!  Children...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something...

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Shallow-pitched tiled rooftops sparkle vividly
 When lavishly sprinkled with needle-shaped grains  
Of shattered mutton-fat nephrite; 
    There, clinging forlornly against the...

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Wind circulates, lifting and flattening
an otherwise, benign, breathless world, 
relying also on deeper, slowly moving
tectonics, belching foully, scattering
seas...effecting change.  Seasons like Sun
rejoice and fold....

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Dawdling outside the house tightly clutching the brown paper bag 
Full of penny candy my father had purchased for me with a quarter
I heard mother...

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As I laze on my lounger
on a warm June day,
I hear 
a choir of bees bumbling,
wind lisping through leaves,
doves cuddling, courting,
the chink of cups
tea pouring,
birdsong...

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SUBURBAN DECAY.

First glance,
On a Dullton day,
Golden years,
First glance,
eyes meet 
to dance.
Both so old,
Winter's fling
on summer's daze,
Languid heat,
even his dog trod slow,
shops half closed,
wishing weeds a'blow,
Suburban...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I...

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All the animals were in sync
Whispering, singing
And speaking with such ease

They rejoiced in the light
Of the fresh dawn
And the caress of the moon

They lingered in...

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