Best Drearily Poems

It was something
that brought a smile
to my face.

It had unusual underpinnings
with desirable overtones,
a pleasurable experience

as I wandered aimlessly
through concoctions Neanderthal
perpetuations ministered aloft

in dreams drearily
bound by...

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Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally,...

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I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the...

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The evening dons a peaceful shroud
As windows teeter in the breeze.
Here, only lone sighs are allowed
Along the road, an endless wheeze.

While toilers saunter homeward bound
Reflecting...

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The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
			And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
			Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
			I stand suffused with muse...

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The leafless, arthritic branches
of the sycamore and maple
trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms 
now stripped by the blasts of winter;
splaying drearily overhead 
casting cold, rickety...

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So much talk of love is hocus-pocus,
    mumbo jumbo gibberish with relish.
You miss it when love's lost,
    but getting...

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the sloth yawns at time
inert, as listless minutes
turn wasted hours to years

work is left undone
avoided like a poison 
the very thought, repugnant 

the useless hand...

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Everybody's out having fun
on this lonely Saturday night.
Even your mom has a date
and your brother's with family.
Your sister's at a slumber party,
and even your preacher...

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Blending colors captured in a breeze
Offers up a tempting palate, tease!
Whilst roaming free above the swollen hills
Butterflies consider daffodils

Detained, I have become, in painted thirst
Swift...

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I am still on the field 
In search of pink roses for you.
I find you a beautiful rose but then
The shades of night have fallen,
Nyx...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct...

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As I strolled through the street one day,
The oddest sight caught my eyes,
A man, only wearing rags,
But very wise,
Spoke words of knowledge, inspiration and advice,
How...

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How often do I hide in thick layers
of parading masks-- afraid to  reveal
the hardened ego which denies
a vanity ruled by a sordid past -
those...

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VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017

Blue skies are for lovers;
Not for mourners, and mothers.
I am searching the clouds.
Any sign would relieve my mind.
Needing the clouds, as...

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