Best Framed Poems

Framed in Glass

Starburst crystals cling to the window pane
Lavish mounting for a frame
Cardinals in the snow


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Form is Kimo: 3 lines wih10-7-6 syllable count
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FRAMED

In submitting my last résumé
Jessica Rabbit inspires me to say
Though some call me a cad 
I’m not really that bad
It’s just that I was drawn this way

There’s a catch in assigning creation
Of our being in all its summation
To another as source
Who gave them the force?
Cue:...

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The grass was always tall and green,
Every day seemed like a dream.
In the tenderness of youth,
All of life rang with the truth.
Oh, the wind blew just for me,
When I ran so wild and free;
Cooled the sweat upon my brow.
It all comes back to me somehow.

Treasures...

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My DNA was planted at a crime scene
in an apartment that I truthfully have never been.
My fingerprints were found on the murder weapon,
a Bowie knife that was a gift from a long lost friend.
Buried in storage for decades is where that knife had been.
Until now,...

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 You asked me to make sure your husband didn’t drink
that December day as I pushed your chair through glass-encased gardens.
A friend in need you had always been, I could deny you nothing,
but Paul lost it and left town when you died.
Living just long enough...

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Once, while breathing an ideal moon's prime appeal,

my heart infused with long rained hues of feel for you.

Soon came sore blue and white joy reels of love we knew.

I night aimed blues to vamoose with my amen's seal

that I might heel from all your trashing...

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Framed Soul


Within their frames, like lovely captured dreams,
     my art and poems speak of life: green trees,
soft azure skies, sun-sparkled winding streams;
     a field of daisies leaning in the breeze.

With paint and words, I often rendezvous,
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He painted a painting of beauty and peach, 
Of her peering out through the glass,
Pondering her world of hope and desire, 
His paintbrush and her danced a dance,

And this image of love sat up in her house, 
Admired by her family and friends,
Sharing the love...

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Six weeks have flown by
With many beautiful hours together.
This morn we sat under the awnings
Sipping hot frothy cappuccino
Watching the first monsoon showers
Overflowing from the potted flowers
Drenching my thirsty listless garden.
My octogenarian mother smiled
With moist eyes held my hand and 
Chokingly whispered, ' I've never been
Pampered...

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You gaze at me with outward glance,
your image framed, a photo trance.
Those eyes that seem to recognize,
the days on end I agonize.

This loss of you, so damn profound,
seems happiness, no longer found.
That vow I took, till death do part,
no words to deal with broken heart.

The...

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Etched emotions carved
upon wood stained slats
channels of putrid odors 
behind polyurethaned glass
its stench guised by colorful hues

a dark laminated soul
dangles from a plastered wall
framed within a once proud tree
where emptiness once stood
now hangs my sanity..........

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I wake up this morning to a cloud of smoke lingering from the nightly bush fires of the mind;
I have been reminiscing but perfect answers to soothe my soul, I could not find
I feel this sharp prick in my heart, something on which I shouldn’t...

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Framed
I saw a picture on the wall
Many things I could see
I complimented the artist
But he was not looking at me
Only colored imagination
Penciled in dreams
People are color
He had no need for me
For he had his landscape
His world of color
Painted judgement
Not room for others
There is only room
For...

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A pot of gold sits at the end of a rainbow. Rendering it impossible to be found....

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Swallows framed on an evening sky
Thatch roofs singing a lullaby
Children's eyes set catch the stars
Old folk tales for tomorrow's scars
It was all there then
And perhaps is happening there again
The village around the log fire seated
Children in old ring games repeated
Since the first wattle hut
With lime-daubed...

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