Best Fraying Poems

Have a lovely day


Pushed now to the limit by a never ending whisper
Lost behind the meaning of a question I can’t hear
Dreaming of a day...

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the breadth of breaths a breast can heave
dark depths so delved as falsehoods leave
from tongues, the tangled webs we weave
that trap our own good wills
though...

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Raven orchids drape the night,
fraying in the high petals
of swooning fronds.
I sit beneath a daffodil porch light,
a blood moon blushing tangerine
in a field of white...

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Just Chris

Nothing very special here,
I’m young as old can be
Grey is just a state of mind
that’s come to set me free

Laughing at the future
as I’m...

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Is it not enough that you’ve hung me beside
myself from your fraying rope - tendered by 

graying wooden clips with rubber fingers?
Must we really soak...

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The passing years
through trembling fingers slip,
like worry beads
unsurely strung
along life’s fraying thread.

Sages, seers and cynics peer
and say when it will snap,
but why regard the 
sing-song...

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Charms of Nature

Noontide cordial sun immerse golden spheres
Birch and aspen leaves rhythmically quake
Susurrate deep in quietness appears
Timidly on soft earth shadow path wake

There, where nesting...

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Un-Ringing the Bells


To live in the shadow of the steeples
the tintinnabulation of Poe’s bells*
tormenting the sinners as they slumber
wrestling the darkened dreams of childhood hells

following...

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I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
        youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
...

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Sleep eludes me as I fidget in bed upon wrinkled sheets 
annoyed with the pensive fixation roving inside my head
I hear his offensive words as...

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The fraying thread in which holds me,
So weak and worn, I know.....I see.
Another challenge has begun ahead,
I want to run but push forward instead.
Breathing deeply,...

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                    Oh, scarecrow with your watchful...

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I traipse across your page 
dining on the inflection amid reflection 
and amorous dalliance 
diluting my soul ever so slowly 
dipping my fingers into you...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise,...

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Perhaps…it is the light, 
reflecting in symphonic visions from dampened roadways, 
serenading my heart in melodies of whispered thoughts, 
painting lyrical lilacs on a gray...

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