Best Forfeiting Poems

I painted a desert in shades of my past
Muted in worry and tears
Granules of sand through a cracked hourglass
Falling in spite of the fears

A range of grey mountains all covered in snow
Cold like my feelings inside
Bordered the desert where nothing would grow
Disguised the volcano I...

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Upon my life your winter still drizzles
Evoking the morns that arose in despair
And nights that steered dreams into sorrow,

As I sit all alone in valleys of destitute
Where memories haunt pitfalls of yore.

Tender and sweet, you were my ruby rose--
In garden of love, essence of fragrance,
Enchanting...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the...

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“O commercialized corporate franchise” 
Thou that holds illusions in selling lies
    Max out your credit cards
    Lenders be holder’s lords
Forfeiting all bank notes as owner cries

“O commercialized corporate franchise” 
My babies wonder about Christmas guys
    My...

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Angst
when the relationship tanks
Fear
forfeiting all that you've held dear
Uncertainty
heavy fogs covering the destiny
Regret
losing out on your all-in bet
Heartache
turned out to be another flake
False-Hope
clinging on to the last bit of rope
Future
just a synonym of hope, a fancy nomenclature
Lethargic
tired, lifeless, and sick
Sadness
hand in hand with madness
Motions
forsaking the...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.

Fuelled...

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Twice-a-day, though sun or rain, in storm or wind or snow

                    The crazy lady fed her strays, and watched them come-and-go


She had a name for every...

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~the dark piece~

For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women

They are to be bound
In prisons made of pillars of fire
They are never to receive a reprieve
And on judgement they shall be brought forth

They who...

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Taking my place in your gazing blue eyes
Who stole the glow of my dawning sunrise?
As defiling your virtues you obliquely lied,
Pounding my heart till I died a little inside.

When a brilliant sunny day said goodbye
As lightening arrived to thunder blue sky
Storming my life, you left...

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My view from the balcony paints the sky cobalt blue
Unaware of the maple tree that ferociously swings 
Quivering its shadows at the behest of gusty winds 
As fluttering green leaves filter gilded rays through

As clouds move in, evening calls out the golden sun
For forfeiting its...

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When social upheaval brews chaos of nihilism,
Forfeiting moral values, embracing skepticism;
Instability ensues, clamoring in emptiness,
Believing world is futile, life is meaningless,
As broken norms shout, voicing nothingness
From souls alienated by misplaced intellect,
Mislaid by thoughts, vacuous and mindless.

Barren is the landscape of infertile minds
Dislocated in grip of...

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Darn! The wind is back with a vengeance.
Its howling,
	making the trees and grasses become its instrument. 
Gusts to 40 mph they say; I believe it.

But the sky is so blue and the clouds are illuminated from within.
Today the wind is so strong that I can...

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Specter of a Hero's Tortured 
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to 
sacrifice self for others...he 
believes not in himself but his 
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible 
determination prevent waning 
love...his ceaseless adoration 
powerful to the point of self 
harm...
Unwillingness to ever relinquish 
the shards of his heart...or...

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Tried to take a picture, but the world wouldn’t sit still
and I don’t have the breath for a thousand words.
Fantasizing what I have to say, knowing I never will -
subordinate to suppressive hands like a caged bird.

I don’t have the breath for a thousand words;
my...

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A true creator of words
puts everything he's got
in poems that aren't songs;
if only music could bring them to light,
the mine that has no gold
would be found in each written word!

Some leave their wonderful dream
to pursue the bumpy road of reality;
they'll make money with their hands
by...

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