Best Folders Poems

The nose feels always sweet from the steams of the lower order
happiness and contentment fill the pages of their folders
still afford basic needs, though with hands quite weak
match the affluent’s gatherings with a barbecue every week
not nearly rich, yet their freedom is a showpiece
a community...

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A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams” 
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi :)


DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE 

“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed...

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A Renga:


A Single Blossom

Santa Cruz Harbor,
The sound of barking seals
In the morning fog

Summer heat pushes people
To the California coast

Watching the sunset,
Newlyweds are holding hands
On the balcony

A power outage has occurred,
But nobody seems to mind

The moon is rising
Over the distant mountains
In the cool fall air

She adjusts...

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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beautiful
like that, and mysterious.  Like...

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I gotta let sorrow roll down my weary shoulders
Breaking down a billion boulders, revealing life’s folders
I hear the wolves howl at the after-midnight moon
I can hear them now – the predators scowl so soon

I’m walking on thin ice…
My mind is a cage, 
Filled with crazy...

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Piles upon piles of dust and mold
Gather in a large closet up in the attic,
Where junk of memorabilia resides
Untouched for years   as I scan the heap
Of treasures accumulated: a prom's corsage
At 17, shelves of dresses, high-heels that
Tell me now I have grown four...

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(Spoken) All I could do is go away without looking back 
The wind blows to and fro and I'm back on track 
You and I smile to hide the pain
Don't be stuck in the past - catch the future's train

Verse 1: There's no accidents in...

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Barcelona looked like a church 
as I walked down La Rambla
in search of a vacant room 
on that warm morning.
The balconies of the flanking 
high-rise apartments were pews
festooned with holy day
football flags and bedsheets.
The white haired flower seller 
sat silently with his serrated scissors 
and...

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I must be -- me
to be not, would be
contradictions more foul than those in D.C.

irrelevant, you chastise
make your feelings relate
to be a poet

but is not the message
created by my pen
poetically fulfilling for me?

if my precepts
offer no memorable revelation
for you

you may not understand
now
or ever

never having viewed...

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Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon

Tantamount to shrugging Atlas off mine bony, 
   ill suited, widower wizened shoulders, 
would take naked fat chance in Fountain...

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My Quirk


A thing that bothers me the most,
the quirk that nags at me each day,
my study desktop capped with stuff -
its cluttered surface on display.

Poetry books, card-making drafts,
some poem lines on scribbled notes;
variety of pencils, pens,
and spaces filled with filing totes.

Perhaps an empty coffee cup
and...

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partial regression of the thin vertabrae,
   slumping in a vampire support group.

 cheap folding chairs reapolstered
 in victorian velvet.

   styrofoam cups held in a languid grasp
    stained with revlon crimson lip gloss.

    morbid pathologies in...

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I found an old notepad file 
tucked away deep within 
an archive of untitled folders. 

It was labeled 
'her' 

Oh, lord. 

I double clicked it. 

"Oh, I miss my friend 
She is the bringer of smiles and warmth 
She is as sweet as Honey 
She...

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A Weight Upon My Shoulders

Sometimes the world feels heavy
Its weight upon my shoulders
As I seek to find some order
And sort things in mental folders.

There are things I know important
Things that shan’t be missed
But it’s hard to remember all
With daily additions to my list.

It’s tiring and...

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Tall, with long legs, a straight back, and long neck,
Hair falling over both of her shoulders,
Emerald eyes, as attention holders,
Instantly able to put you in check!
Nicely shaped lips, that would welcome a peck,
Forcing your arms to react like folders
And open completely, just to hold her,
Taking...

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