Best Folded Up Poems

No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

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Blindfolded, he takes me from the car through the humid air of August. He holds my hand, and then surrounds me with his arms, when...

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Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
     one    by    one
 ...

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in silence, we connect through gazes
knitted by starlit eyes ablaze
like dusk's luster wafting by the sill ...
and we need not ramble in paraphrases
of  night’s...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying ...

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Now, Spring an echo of a crazy dance
Its music still wrapping the soul in  trance.

Sweet the taste of a season of pure feel
The scent...

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shade of vermilion encompassing sky at dawn, 
pure fragrance of delightful jasmine in summer, 
luminous dew drops quivering on lotus leaves,
an almost-forgotten melody from my childhood! 
all these...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems...

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“Sleep paralysis is like a waking nightmare, except you can’t escape it.” – Unknown



Tonight, when the 
jilted bells toll, 
my decayed 
soul sighs,
I lay paralyzed...

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One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that...

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A well-appointed cowpoke, of whom there are still a few,
Wanted to be properly clad for his first job interview.
So, to impress his potential and somewhat...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the...

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Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.

Attired in red and blue of simple elegance...

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      Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
 ...

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Consolation

He sits upon your window ledge
his tail a darkish feathered wedge.
His wings are folded in a prayer.
He sits and sees you in your chair
alone and...

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