Best Engrained Poems

The street seemed so much smaller now

The grime and the smell were still the same though

Engrained like the people who lived there

It was the only...

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Falling silent against naked cheek…

When an emotion stuns or stings
Cutting through the composure
To free the heart of liquid poison
Toxic feelings of pain and sorrow
Grief that...

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Dandelions…
They flutter, now I see
Fiery lions…
They're dancing with me
Sunlight…
Come out and shine down 
Moonlight…
Shun out my darkened frown

I am the infinitesimal stars in the tranquil,...

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Community, what does it mean
And how does it come into being
Well what does the dictionary have to say
“A group of people living together in one...

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My head rests on the doorframe, as I'm watching him at work.
I'm jealous of the devotion, and the motion of his hands,
much surprised at the...

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Finding the plot

Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories

The silenced absence 
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine

Quite...

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Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that...

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Before the roses withered cancer took her in vain,
after the petals  w i l t e d  her scent never gone-
For only one...

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What have I done? She wonders…
Brittle blue gaze riveted on her lover’s chiseled features
His is a face set in stone
Eyes, mouth, jaw; all fixed, grim...

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As a perfect scar, is the morning star,
illumed as Hemera asleep and dreamy
upon the breasts of Nyx, cold and homey,
staring, so stoic in gaze, perfect...

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The mind has a fullness of thoughts
that brings some words to one's mind
this needs engagement of these two
so merging a marriage of a loving kind

One's...

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I look around me walking down the street
on warm May days, and flowers I can see.
So many lovelies – for my eyes a treat.
But they...

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Forlorn as a withering rose,
The years in every wrinkle etched.
A crippling frame, head to toes,
Ramshackle porch to match. 

An old man, rocks back and forth,
Staring...

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Importance of the Alternative Perspective 

Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream 
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Two

Rosalia’s Instruments of Evil and Debauchery
Rosalia needed certain tools or instruments of evil and debauchery...

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