Best Fonts Poems

Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
 
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words...

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Compose eight lines consult your muse
Subject matter is what you choose
Just eight syllables on each line
Follow these rules and you'll be fine
Pretty pictures you do not need 
Your words only so please take heed
Only plain text no fancy fonts
And that you'll find is what she...

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Regardless of whom is… 


Aching, my pen moves, lines hold in place
words found wandering about my heart
Ink dries with tear drop accuracy, streaked
forming in versed collections of envisioned truth

From the gallery they call, teeth bared
ready to rip the pain from any pore,
handing down punishment, sentences
that...

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Her love took me to a place,
the likes of which I have never seen
I was lost in the wonder that greeted me
along a pathway of stained glass tiger lilies
and hummingbirds singing in harmony

Where the beauty of the sunrise
was painted in watercolor brushstrokes
upon cerulean skies drifting...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand at attention.
Families have again answered the call
to attend this festival,...

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Destination of dreams

Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized
destinations of our own heart’s desires

Routes become numbers and numbers become moments
as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,
presents a “look forward to” scenario 

Well beyond windows of curtained belief
and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings...

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Overly Particular Judges:
What to submit
Only Sonnet form accepted.
Must be a sonnet ( 14 lines - 10 syllables per line.  Rhyme scheme : ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
Must include all 3 lines as below:
Ginger Beer is a tonic
Flotsam and jetsam  are marked on the ship
The...

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Lying here between the folds of an uncaring sheet
A thunderous blustery evening calls me from sleep
Tracing shadows on dark walls through desperate eyes
Counting minutes on a clock’s reflective markings 

Rain drips from altered eaves steadily, slowly falling
In syncopated patterns on damp grass clippings
Teasing my mind...

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The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp 
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized 
Materialized from matter without flatter,...

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"Motherland"

The “Removed”,
Charlestons across the keyboard,

fingers have a personality and a mind 
of their own, don’t you agree?

the stalwart mind converses with the frivolous fingers 
its stark increduality, considers All above All

they’re incorrigible, those lithe fingers,
like feathers they flutter in the stark 

glow of an illuminated...

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Words on a page, sounds, Mother's calling
soft tones rose from leather tomes sweetly,
through rouged lips they tumble with love.
Lullabies call through the coldest of nights
as frost haloes about the curls, open-hearted,
eager, a child of contested love’s joining.

What would this chimera become now joined.
Oh what would...

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Some sacrificial fonts are filled
with sanctified water
others overflow with blood and bile
all but for the rose petals camouflage
dare we know the difference 

A holy child who in devoice distilled
lest in innocence mayhap confront such sanctimonious alter
collectively strangled by guile
for say not to us such criminal...

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Metaphor of fraud

 

In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers
Yellowed silence buries last memories

 
Autumn and curtain above my book are broken
Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal

 
There are no words between metaphors of tears
I bite darkness, fonts and white letter

 
Due...

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pages of a book
printed, written in all fonts
characters, small or bold, tweet
stories of the world 
sketches, images of sorts
facades of all, not cajoles

phases of a book
happy faces on each book
tinged in satin or white trim
riffles of a book
like thumbs skimming on waters
waters of life on...

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Poetry in your thoughts
Poems of fonts not taunts
Paintings you stroke or dab
People of places hub
Pleases and kisses knit
Pencils and pens that lit
Poetry of your life...

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