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, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence.
It is in the wispy, snowy white, silk of a milkweed...

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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 has departed,
leaving a gaping hole.

They say that time is
a healer, but memories
linger so. And the heart
it carries the hurt, the
hurt...

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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 and stone
the water just trickles
at one end while holding
back the river water
the other leads deep into
a dense evergreen forest
filled with...

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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 landscape
enhances the ambience of darkness.
Distant shadows
beckon curious ones
as the still, silent breeze
cools and calms partakers
of the evening.
You are the night
in...

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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 chill
as night descends, casting darkness

The cold seeping chilling  denseness
it seems to invade , to instill
waiting, listening, and breathless

Something ...

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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, that Vicente Aleixandre was severely handicapped by illness from an early age. T. Wignesan) 

You, the poet of the solitary...

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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 to penetrate the beauty of daffodils with affection instead of distorted thrills of undergrowth laying untouched below the depth of...

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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 is a change coming
Not sure what it entails

I hear many things from many peoples
No one is certain, yet certain it...

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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 don't want done to me,
I shouldn't do it to you

But a fool is gonna try you,
to see just how far...

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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 body droops finding a space.
Denseness growing a falling guest;
Reaching to scoop lull that must trace;
Enter a place that conjures stuff;
Align...

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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 penetrate
the beauty of daffodils with affection instead
of distorted thrills of undergrowth laying untouched
below the depth of salvation.

Forsake those elements that...

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Puzzling this mid summer time
                I find myself walking down the neighborhood
          Few cars pass by eliminating the cool empty dark...

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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 cats
hiding from the witch’s broom.
In dark streets cats chase big rats
scampering near Dracula’s tomb.

Graveyards harbor the scary ghost
lurking among the...

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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 calm the soul

inside the denseness of the cloud
particles gather and unite
build the walls of their house

Home to storms and rainbows
we...

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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 everything..

Sameness up and down:

Nothing appears as

The branches and needles..

Enter the characters the

Individual needles

Multiplicities increasing

As Nothing seems to recede..

Yet Nothing does...

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