Best Emboss Poems

The phantoms of Glen Affric call
from deep within the histosol,

where time and matter’s slow decay
of misty glen and ancient fray,

conceal Mackenzie ghosts in wait
with weapons drawn to greet their fate

of claymore blade; of Celtic cross,
to shed the blood of William Ross,

and stain the sphagnum bryophyte,
his...

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"Heaven Open To Souls"  

I walked into the room and found an old tattered book 
sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held 
On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden 
and as I read...

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These woods once rich with leaves,
brushed kiss from the wind then stolen by thieves
now latent bow by snow.
Its touch glistening glow
melt tears, I think I know to watch allurement 
flow its caress weaves.

Sun makes its way across 
the sky sinks out of reach and wins...

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Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
  anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
  and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
  drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
...

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3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of...

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Sparked alive in the dark, like an old photo, framed
Released from a vault of a million dreams lost
A day, drenched with rain, where my eyes  couldn't claim
to see it as clearly, for it seemed to be crossed
by the moon and the stars, where all...

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“The Masked Faces”

We peeling off the foreskin of our rich culture,
Ignorance is the reason we feed on the carcass of a Vulture,
The more we fail the more we weaken the pillars of the structure,
Created by God but creating an illusion of a creature,
The skeletons never...

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Amidst forest sheath, shelters a castle once coppice
Yielded promises once kept now relinquished roughness
Shadows lace the ferns, cracks, and emboss moss; orchestral 
Pieces crawl upon the ancestral stone castle walls
Noiseless dark and foreboding hypnotic mistral wind 
Surround and bound my realm of one with one...

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seven days a week... the intervals in between
can shape twilight into scented ambrosia
    and turn noontime to boiled potion of tan,
dusk smears the sky darkening bronze
        while an eve, a textured chameleon... 
  the...

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Peruse the literary discourse; illusion from reality divorce
Objective criticism with conscientious rigor your tour de force
Educate yourself on each antiquated style and archaic source
Train your enterprising eyes, every truism endorse and apt allegory reinforce
Recon the lexicon for cultural anomalies and idiosyncratic expressions
Your probity use to underscore...

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On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..

Sans devoid I bare the...

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Endure the travails of somber night
To emerge in bliss of golden sunrise,
Let the fleeting storm pass you by
To spot a rainbow on opaline skies.

Entrust your own founding thoughts
And form your informed paradigm,
Trade not for spurious vacant-prose
Your enriching voice versed in rhyme.

Appreciate your share of sunny...

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are these days that pour of subway’s sweat,
 
   then emboss  night with a vault 

       of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper

     expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks.




Liberum Divisa...

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why do you search for a heaven without
searching solace in material toy
pure intent, honesty, loving, throughout
brings the heaven within us to enjoy
practice of letting go when we employ 

each of us has to carry one’s own cross 
with smile and goodness we learn to emboss...

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A life of hope is no joke
Who’s laughing now?
You are a humanitarian bully
You had your fist and hands over me
You placed me on your personal cross
You came across meek, yet you were weak, you are loss
You pains me, your apologize come across emboss
Moistens, yet stilled...

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