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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"Triple Helix from the Hip"

Triple helix
stanzas 
strung together

like pearls 
wisdom worn 
and swallowed

like a pill
sweet and 
bitter

they evolve
those others
from their bad dreams

like poetry 

cradling their...

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No more left

 

I’ve wrote much than once
Fonts tears and love
And little…just a little comfort
I’ve locked in your eyes
For one look for one part of...

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