Best Feeble Poems

In the midst of midnight croon 
laden with stars, the sky bends 
refracting light into a spectrum 
of drifting colour mystique blithe. 

Beauteous in a wilderness 
amid the feeble dimness
of old mossy leafless boughs;
owls and other creatures rouse
into emptiness of the night. 

They step out...

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You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden...

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I
blossom
and
brighten
up your day
with a
smile, 
dazzling. 
I sway, sway
gently to your
soul's sweet song. 
Dewy
cheeks
fresh, smooth, 
scent pristine
cheer you -
but 
you crush
me!


Date: 06/14/2021
For Kim Merryman's Waltz Wave Poetry Contest...

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In alternating bad attempts;
To reach a puddle of regret.
   A bathing suit of scales he weighs;
   His mouth a circle of dismay.
Flip flop he fumbles back and forth;
A feeble wish he will retort.
   A final honourable sway;
  ...

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The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The dark old Victorian house creaks with fear. A young lover...

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Don’t say that, you better knock on wood
It’s bad to spread misfortune aloud, in front of others
Don’t you know any better? Karma and jinxing are real
Hey! And get off that crack, you’ll break your mama’s back

It’s not so bad to spread misfortune aloud, in front...

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Fizzle....a balloon loses its size.
My heart bled and I lost my weight.

Like a rose crushed on a stone,
But up,I stand again!

Like a tree,I stand tall.
With the girding hands of my God.

He saw me and healed my wounds.
He took me and nourished me.

My tissues soon regained...

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I
am
lying
on my bed
Struggling with cold
It’s been a couple of days now
As if a decade have passed, but I am so adverse

06.26.16...

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Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency

H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated

populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize

innocent Earthlings strictly...

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If nature is as inevitable as change defines the weather
By same nature’s-fortune decree, my sins cannot define me
I am my Father’s fine-art, perfectly coated to the brim of His brush
As His life-force flow through me, as blood flows throughout my veins
I am as free as...

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Devious in my feeble step...
seeking some pure, fresh air
and lay under a shady, tall fir
with strong desire on my lip.


My forehead continues to drip,
not finding any soothing lair; 
devious in my feeble step...
seeking some fresh, pure air. 


God! halt the desperado's grip...
if he acts in...

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I've been detached from anyone, and specially life,
merely trying to survive on feeble hope,
dangling from this rough and steep rock; 
I look above and another view transforms my strife. 


I tried to be that invincible hero, helping others
ignoring myself and, most times, my indispensable needs;
putting...

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27 February 2010

His body alike a limp vegetable
Unable to speak and can’t even crawl
His age maybe 3 or 4, I’m not sure
His worst condition they tried to inure

A single room upstairs facing huge trees
Wind swayed the leaves as circadian circuitry
A half vertical block fixed at...

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All along
Life is like a candle in the wind
Encountering dangers sometimes
Life is fragile like a glass
Sometimes feeble and sickly 
Life is like a messy rubbish dump
Sometimes uncertain and aimless 
Life is like a sudden rain which comes like fate
Always unforcasted and helpless
Life is like a...

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pure
fragile
flapping her
arms soft, tiny
baby fingers curl around firm grasp hold
granny's finger creased, bridging the gap, folds
arms soft, skinny
trembling frail
feeble
pure


Dated: 10/12/2020
For Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper...

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