Best Equaling Poems

It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world
Of man.
Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes...

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Our minds and souls have somehow linked.
Strolled down paths of rain freshened flowers.
Forever mingling to songbird hues.

We spread our mutual seed into forests green.
The texture of our scent. Pristine.
The past cannot blemish such moments.

In the center of our lifetime, a golden pool.
Harp fish splash a...

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The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and 
waste
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full 
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything 
equaling this
And therefore knew nothing of how to 
resist
Their...

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What beauty is to me

It's the walk of a young woman in heels

The swing and sway of her hips

The uncertainty of her steps

The vulnerability in her eyes

As she feels all the staring eyes

Devouring her beauty

There is nothing more charming

Than the little girl look in her...

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It would be disingenuous to say that Ingenium did not have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It would boarder a lie to claim the same deity did not begin their morning exercise with a job through the unexplored corridors of the memory...

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Calming Presence

Early sunrise
As day comes after
The night

There are sunbeams
Beautiful golden 
And bright

Warm and happy
With skies of hope and 
True love

Enhanced blessings
Brilliant displayed
Above

Each tomorrow
Providing a pleasing
Nice treat

Calming presence
Fullness is renewed
And sweet

Ever thankful
For always seeing 
His light 



Eleven77 is a poem form created by an Australian Fanstorian...

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“You have been busy Seileach.  Again, please allow me to offer my deepest respect for this council and its members.  As for my last piece of business I wish to share with this council, as of the day of my coronation, I will...

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Vines upon the tombstones weave their fingered laced design
Smothering the dates of those beneath
Gravesites feed the thicket with its thorns of razor twine   
Wrapped mosaic patterns like a wreath

Here of heavy mist a ghostly figure sets his sight
Silhouetted by a lonely glare
Even still...

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Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
     this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
     desiccation ravaging with choke

hold thee aim rilled isle,
     which haint ok key doke
cuz won...

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Eight Letters,
Put together to form three words,
All equaling something confounding.

This thing that is showing itself in the depths of my soul,
I have never seen before,
But is easily recognized.

It's talked about flippantly,
Thrown around uselessly,
And found rarely.

All I do is look inward,
Unscramble the letters,
And I know what...

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Concur thee that while criticism leaves-                   
I dread to understand what it perceives, 
Almighty fragments leaving it for dead        ...

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"I wish many men saw life the same that I see, because when I buy shoes for my baby girl she doesn't realize that I really buy them for me, we portray each other's appearance and feelings in another....that's why I spoil you like my...

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D R E A M S  
         C A N      C O M E      T R U E 

ALL OUR ANSESTORS HAD A DREAM A VISION...

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She Is

She is...my hope for...my everything that I adore...my live for my die for my laugh with my cry for...my want more...my look for...my could be better half...my must have...my algebraic...math equation..equaling the solution to my love starvation...
my think about...my shout it out...my help cry...

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What is beauty to me?
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in...

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