Best Enacting Poems

In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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Midnight hangs in  deepened revelation
as the  cry of elegy  flows within its waiting,
hazy tears burst to deny sleep’s interval
when baby - lullabies...

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Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend, 
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown- 
Ponder...

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No encore demanded, I stand alone
No applause as I hang up my ‘microphone’
But what do they care, for no empty chair
Has ever acknowledged good tone

I...

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Gestures beckon gestures,
Speech caresses silence,
Laughter accompanies the seductive sways of smiles, 
The beautiful bliss of our starry eyes gone astray;
Then caught and locked in a...

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To never close my eyes again


Whispers call out
  silent forests
   of slumbering trees
wave weary branches 
  on the wind

Voiceless in the...

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Smooth like glass the ground slithers all along
The beat goes down the street singing a song
Surface delights to even the roughest
Slipping, sliding enacting the toughest

Colors...

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Flimsy fig leaf camouflage,
subterfuge reveals montage,
mind games at play everyday,
as conscience to rest we lay.

Enacting oneupmanship,
demons of mind we worship,
anchored in hypnotic trance,
enticed by dark...

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How may we describe the fragrance of our soul,
which dwells within this earth vessel we adorn,
as we shape shift, hoping one day to feel whole,
noticing...

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Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret

Poems are written. Music is composed. Ballets are staged.
In enacting suspense-filled plays, each creature is engaged.
Mysteries, like petals...

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I am at once pleased and saddened that I have taken your life,oh great creature 
of the forest.

I am pleased because I have invested many...

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Over the years of enacting roles varied 
Daughter, sister, wife, mother flurried 
No panacea, this strife 
Bout of cancer, rife 
And it take 
Life! 
I...

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We’re not called upon to choose anything we live through;
Neither parent nor sibling nor school nor form of sinew;
Neither colour of hair or eye or...

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If I had a week all to myself,
And could put life on hold, high up on the shelf;
How I would spend it, you want to...

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Who am I today?
Husband, Father, Son or Brother
A noble thought that gives itself away,
Or some distant, self-obsessed Other?
What shape I don tomorrow
Who can say
If I...

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