Best Fingerprint Poems

BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS

I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!

It wasn't because she did
gymnastics...

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This day I grow tired
and so incredibly weary.
My heart holds only dreams
of a Life unfullfilled
A Life not nurtured,
yet barely a glimmer
of the spirit that once...

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Blessed Redhead

Let the fire fall from the skies
Let Heaven choose a few
To harness the light
A beauty unknown to man
A fiery mane of burning hair
Lit by...

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Remember the days 
When all you had to do was smile
And it made your forget 
about the adversity,
It made you forget about the tears

Remember what...

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The dog's at the door
Leash, collar, mask, rubber paw pads
The cat's doing three to five for
Shredding the toilet paper
The FBI fingerprint lab
Has ceased operation
Arrests are...

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A stone's cast ----

   but what great arm has set about the motion?

   was not the first mother reared? ----

 ...

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At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I...

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You chose me.
Picked me up 
this delicate shadow thin glass vessel
in some antique store by the Asian docks.
Paid for me with peacock feathers and a...

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They wonder at my doubt
and laugh at my hesitation
-if they even care-
while they smile as if they understand the world.

Do they ever stop to consider
a...

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I can see random,
Or detect His choice.
I can see boredom,
Or detect His voice.

No snowflake repeats,
No sunrise the same,
No fingerprint cheats,
When it's time to blame.

Are my...

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      Butterfly bless dances from flower to flower, 
sipping nectar with its slender proboscis imitating Bacchus with prospectus,
direct to us.

Streaks...

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Between clouds that promise rain, is a river of blue. From this sky-river comes a light that feels akin to pride, to confidence, that it...

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Life itself is a bunch of something built on 
nothing, what lives after a man is not the 
luggage of his labor but the legacies...

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--Her Name is Synesthesia --

 I imagine color so vivid 
  leaving those lips--
   as if a doorway 
to another dimension.

Each hue...

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I've opened life's book, where pages are worn
To leave another fingerprint behind
Though pages are the same and pictures torn
The words that are written sometimes are...

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