Best Fortress Poems

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A...

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Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
      ...

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I used to be naive, I used to trust
but then that trust just crumbled into dust
the world at large is so unkind, it's true
there is...

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Placid rain gently kisses unblemished windows
as leaves fall in an Autumn breeze.
In the distance cinereal clouds congregate,
converging upon the city's royal citadel.

Oblivious to the storm,...

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I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
            ...

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Ocie the Ocelot liked words a lot!
As a tot, words like dot and trot hit the spot
Then, getting older, the folder on her shoulder grew...

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A fitting anthem for
an introvert like me-
Simon & Garfunkel's
scrumptious harmony
of “I Am A Rock”
spoke oodles to me
in its painful poignancy
bouncing buoyantly
on declarations
of independency
needing no one
utterly...

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The sun’s sparkling streaks,
of sangria grace, 
descend upon 
the malachite verdant valley;
world of pristine mountains,
and evergreen tales of 
rainbow hued meadows. 
Where medieval castles 
are...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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A gentle tickle belies the sadness
as the corner of my eye swells and my vision blurs.
The beauty and the joy fading from my mind,
the "what...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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One hundred and six degrees was the rumor.
I checked at noon, it was only ninety-six.
Rumor fake news.

I sit on my front porch 
lapping up the...

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Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests
with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat.
The timbre in the August sun has scattered...

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A PLACE IN THE SUN


A place in the sun, it's there I want to run. . .
Orange and yellow palette brush my face,
they dry my...

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