Best Fences Poems

They're all talking walls and fences,
words meant to force us apart,
the world has lost all it's senses,
where did this craziness start?

I'm walking up here on the ridge,
already making a start,
building a shiny new bridge,
this flyover straight to your heart.

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Contemplating atop the “Great Wall,” was Neruda comparing similarities of this and “Machu 
Picchu?”  Was there more commonality beyond stonemasons craft? High stone walls ancient 
cities, “great walls,” lesser ones (Berlin) are designated barriers between peoples/ideologies 
for protection. Long standing cultural isolation results. 

Constructing...

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I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start...

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though her lips may smile
an ineffable sadness 
lies behind those eyes

for despite my best
intentions, never would  I 
see them shine for me

tis not a fairy 
tale, our paths must never cross
dark matter fences...

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The tongue is a fire, it can inspire,
or burn, everything.
The words we say, have so much power,
to build up, or devour, everything.
How much better to think first,
not expecting the worst,
from everyone.
So much happier you will be,
having friends and family,
living as one.

Don't live life without thought,
fixing...

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Torn and tattered leaning in disrepair
up on tiptoes little eyes want to know
lost with flying forms of trepidation
hiding memories one cant let go

Hand painted soldiers with drips of white
once straight arrows pointed to the sky
plastic suitcases meticulously strewn about
cloistered chickweed climb making daffodils cry

Stone crumbles...

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He's aware
of the yard he lives in --

aware of the fences
that define
his constant existence

He feels his life
is missing
from the world
outside those fences --

He's very afraid
of what lies beyond them, feels
very safe,
having such a perimeter
contain his life --

and yet,
just
yet,

when roaring lightning
cracks storms into his skies,

all he...

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Muddling through the thunder walls
With eyes of stones and fatten bones of your disorder
Where swords and mad lizards crawl
So here’s to you and you're so out of order
While first I lay in my stepping stew of sorrow
Dripping dewy cheeks with blackened eye lids of pain
To...

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They all tell me that I love someone else
But I do not share, I keep to myself
I do not tell them, for experience
Has kept me from dealing experience
To those who could not care less about one
Who needs a person to talk about tons
Of feelings she’s...

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Behind the posts and fancy lines, 
a poetess is blue. 
Her picket fence is yellowing 
and hanging all askew. 
~ ~ ~ 
Inside her barbed and wired heart, 
cruel words have shut her in. 
It's perfect on the outside, 
but sorely hurts within. 
~ ~...

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Digging those holes; inserting those poles;
Imposing those limits; what is and what goes.
Jumping the fences; crossings the lawns;
Playing with starlight; till fun time is gone.
There in the large house; those of I am;
Offer cake to the hungry; they do what they can.
On the wings of...

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High Powered Fences, 
Beyond Your Vote

Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a), 
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people, 
and not against. 
"They" have been there too long.
Rot is strong, coming from the corpses. 

They point thin-sharp fingers,
and makeup rules, 
using the tools,...

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Two voices rise from a car driving down an abandoned road. 
Barbed wire fences close the road in. 
We are alone. Different and shunned from the rest of humanity.

Two voices sing a duet from the soul, crying for freedom, pleading for hope. Wishing 
with everything...

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We long for relationships
that know no borders,
in which hearts can roam free,
frolicking with each other,
and galloping at will
through fields and streams
in broad daylight,
and spontaneous affections
can nuzzle unrestrained.

Yet on our humble ranch,
it is the broken horses
that we so often ride.
Connections become curtailed
that once headed for the...

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I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday. Feeling a thrill thinking of the pain he would have felt yesterday when he was poking me with his damned...

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