Best Elaboration Poems

I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation....

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Counting imaginary sheep
Hoping to persuade my mind to sleep 
Anxious and terrified to step on stage, tomorrow,
Its three am and I'm already searching for courage
Fast...

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Place your hand upon my chest,
listen to my beating heart,
it softly beats for you.

Curl your finger in mine,
let me kiss each one, and then your...

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In this Rhyme I will give a translation of the formation of a nation. Remember this is not a dictation it's just a narration of...

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I'm in charge here 
I am your chieftain.....your Lord and Master              ...

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Unable to grasp the the context
Despite her greatest resolve
The Queen Bee frowns at her, vexed
Into the background my girl dissolves

Hive order is a nasty one
Mean...

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Perfection is not seen in man but your perfection 
Is beyond precious stones
Only the sun and the moon knows how far you climbed
To get Me...

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Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections....
Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks
Joey bought a condo...

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With every step you`ve taught me,this is my elaboration...


The motherly love,unique to all individuals
however,some not as fortunate as others.
Some born with silver spoons,to extreme empty...

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Police lady kneels in prayer for peace* against echoing bombshells
Babe sleeps midst quietude inside mother’s womb.

*Philippians 4:7 ...The peace of God, which passeth all understanding,...

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My given name is of no consequence.
You can call me Spider Girl.
It’s an appropriate name, I think. 

I’m indistinguishable in many ways 
from billions of...

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Vasava – 
An untold story                    ...

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Where have you brought me?
This well lit dark place
And you say its interesting here
But I just don't find myself 

Here, where trust is lost
Friends are...

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young whippersnapper brain
pours out her last idea
flicking adjectives into dirty dumpster
nouns prance off, disgusted
without elaboration or fancy descriptions

verbs take the lead, 
kicking their adverbs to...

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Thunder clouds at sunset.
A tiled mosaic. 

NB: Inspired by Suzanne Delaney’s contest and subsequent blog (3-29-2023). This form arose from the oral tradition of “call...

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