Best Formed Poems

"No Weapon Formed Shall Prosper Against Me"
                          (Isaiah 54:17)



When the slings and arrows in a torrent come my way,
when the...

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She wakes in a half dream, 
In ash-green and crimson 
Flower etch print gown. 
A natural olive cream tint 
To her complexion. 
Flawless is her love 
In a world of imperfection.

Her head bent down
Full of tangle brown 
And blond waves, 
With arms outstretched. 
Richness through...

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To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box  of  miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken 
salad  with pot of  Lady  Grey tea.
Royal jelly honey-based receipe
all natural retorative  toiletries.
Splendid Summer afternoon
strolling and chatting in the deep 
wicker chair at the old country...

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Nature is magical, mystical and magnificent. Be inspired every day.

Perfectly formed 
By Michelle Morris 
23/08/2024

When last did you stop and notice 
The perfection in the leaves?
The beauty of the flowers?
The scent of Nature's blessings in the breeze?

The perfectly formed tree stands tall
Surrounded by the adulation...

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Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the...

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White Puff Clouds ,the chalk,
Huge blackboard ,Our vast Universe,
Billion Stars,Our Hearts.



Charma...

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As a girl she always wanted to be loved
But no one ever showed her what it meant to be loved
She tried to be joyful and make others happy
But nothing ever changed her life was still crappy
One day she met someone that started admiring her
He started...

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My darling eve, for many years I've searched for you, but to no avail.
Now I just live and given up my search, because I've grown weary.
For so long when I had thought I founded you, I merely, became a victim
of the illusions of true love.

No...

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A story I will relate to you, my dearest friends, today
A story that was, is, and always would remain true 
For that try this narration to your children to convey:
 
Once upon a time, when nothing but the Chaos was existing, 
The Lord of spiritual...

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Foam is formed--A shape appears.
   It seems to be a boat---An upside down boat-

   Glass is cut ---Resin is spread,
   Becoming stouter with every hour,
   Layer after Layer---Role after Role.

 
  
    She...

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Sometimes I do
Sometimes I don't
Sometimes I will to
And want but won't

Sometimes I want
And can and will
'F'ya wanna know which one
Just ask, “What's the deal?”

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Semi-random thoughts on clarifying in collaboration vs. wild-wicked assuming solo.....

oh, wait!  I misspelled 'F'ya.. is only 'fya.. so much for indulgence.....

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They are packaged neatly in this form for you
Just so you know I disdain it, this form you choose
Forever keeps me guessing at how I'll lose
Guess on says you, guess again says I, cause 

Weakness betrays this poet, and it betrays the
Exhibitors of kindness. ...

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Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain,
low and squat they lie and ever-ready
to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain
with weathered roofs and walls rock-steady.
In days of yore, a refuge from the storm,
now picturesque, and just a bit forlorn....

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This amazing truth blows the mind
the eternal God who created everything
speaks here personally to His prophet
to tell His own what He did bring

astoundingly God knew us before birth
for He formed us in the womb
but scripture speaks of even before
the Lord knew us before we'd room

God...

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Just out of interest, I started several poems on the same page with no intention of finishing them to see how it worked out. Just wrote til I got bored of the thought, then moved on. I wonder how many discarded poems we all have...

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