Best Fold Up Poems

IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.

Poets. like mothers, 
would never send their brothers to war.
Poets don’t have voices that sound like guns,
words can...

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I hold in my hand Mama's old fold-up Kodak
In its steel-blue case shut with a tiny curved silver latch.
I carefully unlatch it, watch the worn-out flaky bellows
Extend like an unwelcome, nonfunctional ********,
Emitting a strange smell I remember from my childhood
Seventy years ago, when Mama sternly...

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Shun me not for without you I'm neither rain or sky 
whilst I fold up my senses and slowly die 
life is never perfect in fact its a far cry 
only brave survive dear so lets take it high

to the ends of the earth where...

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DREAM VISITOR

DREAM VISITOR
Welcome intruder of my private world
visiting me at the twilight of my sleep
finishing with me into the deep slumber.

Satisfying me into completeness
dream visitor, you have come again
to ravish me and to make me shy.

I see your shadow, I feel your presence
about me, you...

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ELLY MAY


poem by: Maria Williams

T'was the night before her birthday and Elly May
Still in the office putting stuff away
In her horn rimmed glasses and grey flannel suit
She was the epitome of perfection, the essence of truth

She was the best secretary that they'd ever had
 They...

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Sometimes trees’ green fingers
Stand still like reposing harbingers
Of hope and despair; they meditate
On our ignorance of them who medicate
Us when diseases burgle into our souls
Taking us unawares like April fools.

At times tree branches and leaves
Come to a halt and fold up their sleeves.
Like parentless kids,...

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I am here today Christmas Eve 2015 to share my miracle and the Christmas Story Miracle of 2015. Last year  near Christmas Eve on the Winter Solstice I attended a service to honor the Return of the Light or the Christ Light/Christ Conspicuousness.

I wrote...

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To die
One must be alive
So where am I?

To cry
One must feel loss
No one to miss, empty tears dry

To fly
One must have wings
If only broken I could tumble and be gone

To lie
One must smile to the outside
While stumbling in darkness, wonder why?

To scrape by
One has fold...

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Some people call a dandelion a weed,
but to me it is a pretty wildflower indeed.
With yellow petals at the top of each one,
like golden rays just like the sun.

Blooming like stars in the meadows and grass,
bigger, bigger and bigger as hot days pass.
Under the...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch cushions
 
     leapt into field of...

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I try to establish strong mental footholds
In resemblance to fort knox physical strongholds
Through repentance I lost the spiritual blindfold
So every sentence I mock material billfolds

I seek an understanding of answers beyond the proven
Discreet but demanding how choices response woven
Steep iceberg floating trying to go past...

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A wisp of blue
Morning mist
Caresses the mirrored lake
As a pale yellow sun
Slowly filters through;
Two Mute Swans
Sail effortlessly by 
In stately splendour. 

A rivulet trickles
Beside a bridge
Built of mellow stone;
Here field mice
Will find refreshment
Through their busy day.

High above
A sycamore tree
Not a breath of wind
Stirs a single...

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We touch I feel a rush
We clutch it isn't much          
I can't feel my heart beat when I see you on street*
              ...

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THE WIFE
The fog smoking to the skies
Architecting more grey clouds
The ticking hands of the clock
Day getting old for more sunrays
With the luggage, I slam the door behind

Praying for traffic to fold up
Ugly devils working round my brains
The brakes should strike, screech with anger
Where exactly will...

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NOISES AND VOICES
                       ( By  S.Jagathsimhan  Nair) 

In my hotel room
I  am abridged to a cube of light
I fold up...

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