Best Emulsion Poems

I’d love to be a model
Tall and thin like Jerry Hall
But I like fish and chips too much
And I’m only five feet tall

I’d love to be a dancer
With poise, and style, and grace
But I was born with two left feet
And would end up flat on...

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oil and water
(feelings + thoughts)


shake it

drip
drop
oil

shake it
create this colloidal 
emotion, I mean, emulsion

drip
drop...

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The umbra of my Soul's eclipse,
Stellar dweller cosmic ships.
Solar flares and lunar lairs-
Blackest Holes and deep abyss...
Photo gamma satellite,
Telescopic magnetite.
Anti-Matter fusion shatters
Super-Nova afterlife
Gravimetric poly-synthetic-
Nano vortex optic aesthetic
(Overloaded circuits exploded!)
Isotopic pseudo-frenetic
Electromagnetic static compulsion;
Subatomic particle propulsion;
Supersonic chronic convulsion-
Microscopic mega emulsion.
Toxic, caustic antiseptic,
Hyperactive epileptic; 
Hydroponic telekinetic- 
Quantum neuro...

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I still remember the first time I met
You and i said to myself not yet
And now i got to live with regret
For not accepting for free the gift
Of everlasting peace and tranquility
A life filled with joy and placidity
Problems and troubles dealt in serenity
Where you walk...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil- 
I know, because these winters would always fade…
 
But if...

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Beyond imagination
states my destination
fluctuation of hope and infatuation
affection and attention
reverence revelation
abduction of abject envision

sail through perversion
a wide sea,,,no redemption
rooted on superstition
aucnoction in elegant elusion
meet in a silent assumption

its now jubilation
jolt in gentle generation
chute in constant rebellion
hearts in emulsion
raw revere resignation
rods on rough roads revolution
pretence an...

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Sponsor:Ryland Matthews
Contest Name:My Darkest Hour
My name:Valeria Iliadou


Rain is falling on my eyes
Rain is falling on my senses
In the middle of the night
In the middle of my darkest hour
Stand the detrited words I never said
The unpassable bridges of time
That is now passed, that is now vanished.
And...

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You trembled the morning he asked you for bread, 
Unfleeting suspicions raced to your mind,
Your eyes sang prayers,
Prayers they hadn't sung in years,
For the fireworks that you had designed.

Your son had thrown stones at his door,
Laughed at the kohl in his eyes,
But has seen the...

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Constantly misunderstood
doesn't mean I hate them
or they don't love me
we are just oil and water
incapable to make perfect emulsion
even though trying hard is not questionable
at the each end we walk out divided

continuously misinterpreted
race against your walls
leaves me in bruises
which drag out  mine worst
and I...

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A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of music to a break. But breaks are not breaking nor...

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Love Unlimited(Monorhyme)

Your love for me is like a positive addiction,
which attracts my being with strong fusion.
Many have said I should thread this path with caution,
but I prefer to continue to swim in this portion.
You came into my world to lubricate it with lotion,
which removes the...

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Night has stretched its star filled blanket over the little town of Bethlehem
Crickets singing in harmony, orchestrated by the breeze, rustling wheat stems
Shepherds are watching over their flocks
Captivated by the beauty of the full moon when there is no cloud

Town is vibrant with visitors from...

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I can feel my blood,

Gushing through my veins,
I have two beating hearts,
One to lose and one that pounds,
At the door of my skin,
A caged vulture in the jungle of my ribs,
For it wants to be lost,
With a jar of ashes addressed to the ones I...

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INFATUATION

Infatuation the source for blind
Love;
For it moves with notion to in-let love
And mollify yet,set indiscreet the strength of ones
Mind.
Infatuation works with an ornamental
Emotions,
Emotion which call for oscillation to love and
Kills the ode of aromatic fuss with its innate
Ornament.
Infatuated minds are full of odds and ends
Means;
To...

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Catapulted into seething temperatures beyond the imagination 
risking excitement in escapades that may seem inane,
potential hazard weighted against predicament predestined,
at some future stage I might peer backwards and reassess,
initial impetuousness under caustic supernatant thumbnail,
maybe I might indeed blush with profound mortification,
a recondite feverish facial blush...

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