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Best Exacting Poems


Premium Member Write You Out
I think it’s time I write
Write you OUT
Of the coming pages of my life
Oh…you linger
On every page
that's ever been
Keeping the plot a disguise
Unexpected events
My heart's demise
Slowly but surely
being written
By your unseen hand
I reread chapters
You were in my yesterday
You haunt my today
I don’t want you in...

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Categories: exacting, goodbye, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I am February
Fierce am I, and fearless
Challenging the shades of winter
Taunting its dreaded demise
Mocking the shadow's prognostication
Tickling the timid hearts
Of somnambulant lovers
Arising to a chilling challenge
I stand the guardian of March’s madness
Exacting a toll on all who pass
For I am February
And I hold no heart
But yours
...

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Categories: exacting, february,
Form: Free verse
A Mother's Treasures
A solitary piece the diamond 
precious rare gem most treasured 
by those lucky enough to hold 
Once in possession, it is rarely out of grasp 
Like the gemstone, the mother 
requires exacting conditions 
to maintain her (family/) children’s love 
Treasured forever in her heart 
she...

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Categories: exacting, beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving,
Form: Free verse

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Buildin' Birds
Buildin’ Birds…

Your hands dart and weave
In, out, up.. then hover
Swoop right… then left

As simply as sight 
Of a birds dreamy flight
Floating to perch proud on rocky cleft

Subtle magic’s paint
Concept, thought to Action
Life wrought from death

As eloquently as the Master 
Reaches out from the hereafter 
And...

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Categories: exacting, animals, art, devotion, family,
Form: Narrative
Fig Tree, New Year's Day
Our fig in January, entirely denuded now
like my heart in your absence, is but
more beautiful, if possible, in its seasonal
solemnity than in summer's exacting extravagance.
The trunk, grown massive in manhood, is a citadel
of strength supporting the curving bowl of its
branches as they bend back into...

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Categories: exacting, naturewinter, winter, new year,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Eve's Rib
The rib of Eve is fashion's price
A sadistic trap of six-inch heels
Some masochist's torture device

Or for added bust appeal
To wrap the torso so austere
And lift upon bands of steel

The French grandly name the brassiere
Paris, an exacting Madame
Wielding her whip of sharp cashmere

No slouching, suck in...

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Categories: exacting, beauty, fashion, freedom, women,
Form: Terza Rima



Diana, Nature's Guardian
Diana, Nature’s Guardian 

Defending purity, virtues, by preordained, destine.
With faithful diligence I oversee all life that’s birthed.
Celebrating nature as its radiant guardian 
Fulfilling life’s desire with independent strength girthed.

I am Diana, Goddess of hunting wild animals.
Protector of the natural world both domestic and wild,
Camels, beetles,...

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Categories: exacting, natureworld, me,
Form: Quatrain
Broken Glass
Melodious kaleidoscope
of broken glass,
Its mosaic montage
consumes lost encounters;
a toasting ceremony
for what perished.

Committed specialization
expires unrewarded.
Sand dollars of short-sightedness
decorate 
the exacting goddess 
of broken importance.

Sliced open, 
laid bare, 
and reassembled,
the vintage gown
of fractioned fragments
unites again 
with the society of tarts and cakes.

The time bundle 
of formulated heartbeats,
pulsate...

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Categories: exacting, life, loss,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Immortal Gene
Irrefutable evolution conduits 
        Matter tip toes through tunnels
        Microscopic nano shifts continue 
        Outperformers filter free of funnel

     ...

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Categories: exacting, baby, blessing, endurance, graduation,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member A Song of Defeat
I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders, 
Some like rocks and rubble 
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up
Thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’

But,

When it was time for the...

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Categories: exacting, analogy, angst, heartbreak, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Whiskey
Whiskey


Whiskey made a fool of me
exacting misery’s price
and for its luster and allure
left me always wanting more.
Whiskey took my sins away,
but briefly, they returned each day,
edges sharper from exile,
flames new fueled by old denial.
Whiskey, promises of peace,
drunken apple out of reach,
calming seas by pouring oil
setting...

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Categories: exacting, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I Died a Little Inside
Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.

When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As lightening arrived to thunder blue sky
Storming my life, you left...

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Categories: exacting, betrayal, heartbreak, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Aftermath of Flood
Damaging winds whip and slash, whirling wild, drenching rain,
Roads decimated come to standstill, as gushing floods reign,
Inundating swollen terrains, roiling deluge of a tenebrous day,
As trees bowing to gusting storms; erratically waltz and sway.

Houses naked with roofs blown, now ache, mangled and worn,
Where loss of...

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Categories: exacting, grief, natural disasters,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member September
September’s serendipitous serenade
Evokes the ebullience of ecstasy 
Provokes a prancing promenade
Tingeing the torrid leaf tips
Exacting an elemental excitements
Monumental majesty
Blue-black horizons blending
Exotically enigmatic exigencies
Ruby reds rollicking in the Rockies


John G. Lawless
©9/1/2018...

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Categories: exacting, september,
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member The Poetry Police

The pressure is on, can't let a day go by
Without writing a poem... that would be unthinkable
The Poetry Police would be breaking down my door
And exacting severe punishment
Us poet guys are committed (or should be! LOL)
A bit of humour there...
Even on those days when it...

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Categories: exacting, anxiety,
Form: Free verse

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