Best Denseness Poems

Beauty

Beauty is all around me, in a million different things.
The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories
She smiles and longs for someone,...

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Out of the darkness of
absence came shadows
of never, and the heart
became silent to walk
that void forever.

The denseness of my
emptiness chokes my
very soul. The scent
of love...

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In a wooded area 
runs a path seldom trod
it forks off then divides 
one leads to the river bank
where beavers built a bridge
of logs, mud...

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You lurk on the heel's of day's end;
arrive in intermittent degrees while
light is encompassed to slumber,
then you hover
with a subtle ominous gloom.
Alliance with the moonlit...

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As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless

Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold...

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The Poet’s Task, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Labor del Poeta

				To Vicente Aleixandre

(It might be worth bearing in mind, while reading this poem,...

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I don't praise fools,
I'm not that kinda man
Those who bend the rules,
I don't shake their hand

I try to always follow,
adhere to the Golden rule
What I...

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There is a rumbling and a rustling
Tummults are swelling

There is a stench of it coming from the ground
Beneath it is smoldering and bubbling and gurgling.

There...

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Sense this feeling heavy and deep;
Light feels blurry etching fatigue;
Each stride now brings a drowsy sleep;
Each step weary voicing a leak;
Promptly slowing, yielding to rest;
Yes...

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With no Revenge among est, the evergreens softly dance through the breeze that often carries a thickness, mangling through the calmness which would have loved...

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With no Revenge

With no revenge among est the evergreens
softly dancing through the breeze that
often carries a thickness, mangling through
the calmness which would have loved to...

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Puzzling this mid summer time
                I find myself walking down...

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Witches and goblins are out tonight
with pumpkin smiles and eerie screams.
The cold moon radiates its bright light
to cast shadows of childhood dreams.

Flying bats target black...

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Clouds can paint a picture
of dragons or Uncle Noah’s boat
changing as fast as times tick

Up above,  the blue expands
where fantasy meets our spirits
endearments to...

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The polarity tree..

Another label and story

But what is there without 

Labels and stories..

It is a pine tree with

Nothing atop and a

Wide flaring skirt below..

Nothing and...

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