Best Emitted Poems

(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays...

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Remembering, when I first beheld her fragrant essence

This pleasantly perfect image, which tied me to entranced

A picture and a vision, that filled my wanting thoughts

With...

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The sun dulled to a shade of green,
A creature hanging there I hadn't seen
Wings of webs and sparkling coloured hues
Seeming to be smiling at me,...

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It was the kind of day I had always dreamed of,
    a source of energy was emitted by the sun,
  ...

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In the park, I’d been all day
Reading all my time away
On a park bench did I sit
Until the sky became twilit

As light for reading began...

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1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either...

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How curious, remote, the pain seemed now
As a fly on the ceiling, she looked down
Her body below in a hospital gown

Incessant beeps emitted by machines
With...

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Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?
Sound of widowers voices all around.
Chilled to the bone, I make nary a sound.
My suit and tie are not...

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Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing...

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Twas on the eve of Christmas and St Nick was feeling glum
because his leading reindeer had some problems with his tum.
With Dasher feeling poorly, Santa...

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'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers...

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Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to...

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May I step with centered senses
As I climb my negative fences:

	All my vision seeing far and near,
	Bright in light, truthfully clear;

	Both my feet saying no...

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Signals were emitted from a very high tower.
Broadcasting was done with a million watts of power.
Reception reached as far north as Canada.
The waves traveled southward...

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The mistral cold wind blew incessantly wild,
Winding in the streets, its glacial currents in and around
The apartment blocks where all frosted windows
Were tightly secure. ...

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