Best Exacted Poems

The Color of Space

His spaceship alit on a foreign world
deep in the midst of the outer space
two moons gazing down devoid of all air
he kept his mask on and walked down the plank
opened the  door to retreat from the hull

He was there for a...

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Through raven’s eye, viewed I my fate, blood scribed upon the ground,
whilst shadows of the darkwood’s dead, stood solemnly around.
Accusing faces staring down, from purgatory’s stay,
those wraith dead eyes, that froze the soul, will haunt me till I die.

‘The Reaper with his sudden scythe, doth...

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Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.

Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove...

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Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole,
Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll,
Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul
Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll.

When warmth glistens avid golden rays
Glinting gloominess of parched malaise,
Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze
Reviving aspirations of despaired days.

Blossoming reveries of season restore
Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows,
Adorning nature-abloom...

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Historically accurate, narrative poem

29 December, 1890 - At Wounded Knee Creek

A baby cries for its mother slain
and a way of life dies on that frozen plain.
Old Chief Big Foot and his small band,
for Custer’s last stand are made to pay-
on that cold December day.
Women, children,...

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In the slow, dead hours that hang attendant
Upon the birth of the dawn,
When all things pure lie safe abed,
Nested in sleep's safe oblivion,
The rituals take place, unseen, unfelt
In woods or alleys
In the dry, dusty corners of the old parts of town
In any of the legion...

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Rubber ducky
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I've got a duck, a rubber duck
It lives on the tub, I like it
I had one when I was six
Once when I asked my stepmother where it was
Her reply was "I'll show you a rubber duck
you little freak!"
That day I learned and earned the...

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Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without 
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain; 
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening 
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a 
tenured mantic
Trading the...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darkest mystery.

Stunted Jack Pines, seen clustered on a distant knoll,
Stolidly defy Nature, though she exacts...

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Affection of the female kind
just the friendship finally found
is the salve for the questing heart
coming from a former self

without confusion that the meek
is the state for woman’s grace
just as fierce with wit that cuts
in defense of worldly strikes

the communal behind a veil
a front exacted against...

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US ARMY, ER NURSE


They are not the “War Fighter Soldiers”
yet they have seen more blood than most.
They wear the gladiator garb, stand tall
at taps in stiff salute to flag at end of day.
They hear the screams of war’s demands,
exacted without prejudice, see only war’s
true colors...

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From August 1914 to November 1918 the guns boomed
There were 700 million shells fired for soldiers doomed
And not every shell exploded when it was fired then
Each year they kill more than 20 innocent women and men
And the special unit of the French Army of detmineurs
Have...

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taxes
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Baby I miss you
There is no way I can convey
This emptiness inside.
I can't explain in words of how
I long to feel your touch,
Despite the darkness that 
surround me.
I always see a light
inside of my heart
I can't explain by word
It reminds me of your smile
And always...

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Time is rather made to consume your time
No matter how extended it must end.
All the time depends on importance
Must at all be construed as truth 
Clock by clock must wind.

Time has to be exacted with work done
It must be programmed
As it intertwines it can’t be...

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