Best Fidgeted Poems

Life Eternal 


Her fingers were speckled like 
brown chickens eggs. 
They felt both hard and soft, 
sticks in tissue paper. 
Her veins were ruptured; rivers 
on a decaying landscape. 

The room was hot and dark 
and smelled of ancient secrets. 
Granny’s smell; I wrinkled my...

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Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving nothing behind but stilled
 Whispering echoes.
The very ground itself grows fidgeted, as winters icy finger tips
Strangle at earths raw under...

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I reckon time
By my children’s ages
My daughter is 30
My son is 25
No, this happened 
A long time ago
Before I met their mother
How many years was that?

They seemed to be missing 
All at once 
Stan from Buffalo, NY
Died on some unknown hill 
In Da Nang 
Little...

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The wedding Gown

She stepped boldly,
stoically erect
to the strains
of the wedding march,
radiant in the resplendent
beauty of her gown 
and poetic demeanor.
The long silken train, the work
of tens of thousands of weavers
harvesting in the trees of Changsha
to highlight the sanctity of the moment
and the purity of body...

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I have a little story to tell you ... it's absolutely true, of course, at least as far as I'm concerned, but you can take it as you wish - as a tale, a fact, or just the musings of a hack writer - no...

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Young Timmy saw Jim walking down the street.  Timmy considered a quick retreat, but steadied himself with a shrug.  Timmy dreaded the sight of Jim, a teenage bully and wanna be thug, who always picked on him.  Jim grew close and sure...

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Gulls circled above, spiralling through car exhaust
Kids fidgeted in the backseats of chaos

Eerie silence, interrupted by overheated transmissions
Someone blasting The Doors...theme music

Stern, heavily armored Homeland Security soldiers
Slowly approached, assuming insurrection

Just another day in the new Amerika
Land of the free, home of the brave

Large signs proclaim:

"All...

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A white torn garment she wore,
fidgeted and partied alone in the air.
Neither knowing fully well her plight,
Nor understanding her whereabouts,
She kept on racing and rocking
In the oblivion cloud.
On her own,
She raised her voice like never near Ears.
Many at times, yelled at the free sky.
On her...

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There were silence and stillness in the autumn air
Foliage adorned the trees like fair auburn hair
The stream did not bubble; the pond had no ripples
The garden seemed uninhabited by people

But the garden was not void of good company
On a bench was seated the little girl...

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Black Iraqi Woman
Written by Faleeha Hassan
Translated from the Arabic by William Hutchins
Shortly before my father died, he whispered to me longingly: “Daughter, treasure this, because it authenticates your heritage to our kinsfolk!” When I accepted this object, I discovered it was a stone with inscriptions...

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I remember it was a cold morning
There was down pour of rain the previous day
It was still drizzling a bit
It was an airy morning very quiet
Remember the smell of rain
Very fresh morning
For the first time in a long while
I remembered my wife Lucinda
We had been...

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His mother, a gaelic queen
his father, a rugged pit miner
he wishes to never be seen
being solitary has never been finer

the son of sons he was
the son of sons he became
an expectation he did cause
his brother supposedly the same

The gaelic queen wept over her fallen friend
her...

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Here comes a good  lad 
with his gentle and pure heart
who loves to eat a cotton candy
with no color but only pure white.

When he attempted  to take a bite  
His candy suddenly  flew up into the sky
Amazingly, it transformed  into...

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A Woman Made of Dew
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Translated into English By
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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From the vastness of my heart,
My thought, the embers of my blood, 
And the child in me, 
That is a child bigger than me, 
comes love, 
As pastoral personas gather with the...

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The bricks were sweating, nervous.  Icy slime
   had soaked his coat-sleeve, much to his disgust.
Tall baulks of formless timber seemed to climb
   towards the bulbous shadows.  Guido, trussed
and pinioned, tried to scratch the saline rime
   that nagged...

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