Best Ductile Poems

The old man was no longer a hunter,
But he would not stoop to women’s chores.

A storm was brewing as he sought
Shelter in a round cave.
Soon he had a fire going but he preferred
To stay near the entrance and listen.
He did not know yet what music...

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 "And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing - 
seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge, you will need, be formed - 
till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere,...

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We have strained the edges of the universe,
you and I together, seeking, searching
on cosmic trails for justice love and fear,
I loved thee then, as I love thee now, forever.

If I were but to die, it would be no great loss,
except for the loss of the...

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I am patently smitten 
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway 
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the...

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The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that the sky started to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since beginning of time when its primal time was created.

The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the...

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World
One
And all
Blessed and kind
Nature and souls bind
Clings, remain soft but not fragile
In God's hands, no strong marbles clutches the ground ductile
No boulders can silence the caves' echoes in the Cordillera of man's gifted lands
Seas and oceans combined, grounds drifting like blind, storms and clouds may...

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"Peek-a-boo," Chucky said to me
Seek and hide, we played
Meek was I when I hid
Leek I smelled as Chucky swayed.

Agile Chucky prowled inside the house
Fragile was I when I shrugged
Tactile is he whenever he talks to me
Ductile was the glass floors when Chucky got mad and...

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What a phlox in you I find,
What a Rose Flower, oh babe:
Bright like early morning sun of xmas.
Succulent “things” like the rightly ripe pawpaw at my backyard.

Oh Babe what a beauty you are to behold –
Making gawping heads not able to eyes hold back,
Goggling eyes...

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 "And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing - 
seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge, you will need, be formed - 
till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere,...

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Quiet save for a morning glory’s cue 
Daylight decks the sky cerulean blue 
Sunday and like the hues of color wheels 
Old Man Dan hunts for all his fishing creels 

The rye grass cradles tiny spheres of dew 
Dawn fishing allures in lieu of a...

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For so long you’ve held the key, the scepter and the crown,
Harrowing the reality, the subconscious, the deep within.
Your voice was deep, poignant, forbidding. Clattering like,
The tumbling down of ancient and spidery bones, swishing
Like the dust raised by warm nocturnal winds above the grave, 
...

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Thou art my mistress,my fantasy,and my craving
Thou art my imperial,my masterpiece,my wealth, and treasure 
Thou art sunshine and silvery that doth enliven dismal heart 
To the sparkling stars I shall compare thee
Your beauty with beauteous,luminous,and lustrous 
Thou art serenity of many endowments:
Endowed with cooling effects...

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The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass 

The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape 
He made...

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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling from the horizon
young eastern sun spread surreal splendor on landscape
with carvings of meandered streams, verdant meadows,
transparent ponds, thriving thickets and emerald vales.
My youth embedded in naïvety of juvenile exuberance
fluttered on wings of indigo birds scaling the cerulean...

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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling down from the horizon, 
the rising crimson sun spread surreal splendor on the landscape, 
etched with carvings of meandering streams, verdant meadows, 
transparent ponds, thriving thickets and emerald vale of flowers. 

My youth embedded in the naïvety...

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