Best Description Poems

A hive of activity, twenty four hours,
The centre was where they controlled,
All the technicians, in all of our vans,
Delivering the service we sold.

But in the small hours, those there at night,
Would tell a strange story to all.
About a small woman who looked very sad,
And seemed...

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Her hair is a mountainous cascade of glistening snow 
Her laugh echoes through every continent, soothing every beast 
Her legs are two magnificent Eiffel  towers 
Her teeth are as white as paper
Her teeth are as straight as a soldier saluting 
Her disposition’s the sweetest...

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Alarm as mind is hurled in icy cage
 deaf to what between them nurses said,
 orchestra of terror took the stage
 and heartbeat had took refuge in my head

 'Just keep you're breathing steady, won't be long,
 you're doing well', consultant's last remark,
 metallic taste...

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Anatomy is an amplification of Amphibology, 
Conspicuous consort of natural ideology,
In consideration of the developing technology. 
Contentious contentment or consummation contemplative, 
Conjectural, theoretical and practicable sociology....

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Quickly
Open suggestively
Thought take accusations
Anomalies

Bench faking
Distorted trees
Open baskets
Caskets

Deeply seed
Close proportionally
Who to be
Watched washed criminally

Minded law orders
Gavel pounding heart beat
Engaging ceremonies streets
Blue red purple stories

Back lash freaks
Bullet scraping 
Rimmed concrete
Who to be

Soaked tears adolescence
Skipping detention
Rattle thieves
Bees were is at straight

Con-formalities
Body counting
Recognition
Who that
Be...

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Silently, silently, behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds.
Walk silently, melt silently.
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness.

If sun departs, night would not come,
Evening primroses open forever.
If twilight departs, sun would not come,
Nightmares shine forever.

I wish, the...

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Disappointment


My father's signature has been forged for I know his hand
Greed for squandering have made you fall to your lowest ebb
My temples blasted at the shame that we are of the same blood
I choked to know that your son dared to forge dad's will
The embarrassment...

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Shallow waters flowing and wandering through the valley so
Plant life so distracting that it makes things stop
Birds flying and swooping down on pray, it becomes full of sites
Animals like fox, scavenging with their bright orange fur
Fur that shines and protect them from weather
Beautiful flowers that...

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screen est vestis
stares adversus referre
fastidium tuum---
loquitur nisi ad te
integer elit,
quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare,
nondum est ipsum suum &
quod est horologium ticking
& circa angulum rectum opus die tommorow
scis,
somnus corporis necessitatibus
reliqui corporis necessitatibus
se ab illa corporis necessaria pulls screen
(fed melius ire ad...

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Words flow like a babbling brook,
To my home, muse lets me look.
A farmstead by the rush.
Whisper in my ear, ancestor cheer, comedic discuss.

A choice for some, prince or slum.
Forward thinking, and digital dumb.
Can we walk? Soulful spirit and painless run?
Journey end, expedition begun.

One of three,...

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Just because I get excited
when you talk to me
and your smile, tickles my fancy
and because I get obviously intense
when you pay attention
to another flower so charming;

just because my eyes gossip
of my burning heart, when you look good.
And there's no where
to hide my sensual body gestures
when...

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Passed this week by slow
like honey poured out
Monday over oats
and figs, milk, bowl
of mixed up fruit with.

Tuesday drinking
I two coffees
by day making
way for scheduled

busy time.
Busy week
came Friday

at last
catching

breath....

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The idea of me
A strong energy
Energy that gets loud
Faithful belief
Strength of mind
Physical longing
Sharp with ideas
Hands that have souls
Actions with heart
Ideas that flow
World of canvas
Building my world in color
By my hands that move
Nerves that tells a story
Hope with passion
This is me.......

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My Life is definitely trying to tell me something....
It is almost certainly painting a picture, but I can't see what it's a picture
of.
It's been a series of Magic Moments, Crushing Blows, surreal and unfortunate
events, earth shaking events, Redemption, Redemption, Love!
Unfathomable events! Such incredible luck!
Like I...

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Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.

They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched under mountains green,
for most people it is just old junk,
but...

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