Best Frill Poems

O
the bane
of being so slavishly in love,
to face another bloodless sunrise alone.
Myself, I’m spun in silken strands enthralled       ...

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I, to the pasture's green could run, 
and fly a kite beside the sun,
but choose, I do, to linger still, 
among the dirt, what is...

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The cold sun’s anemic arc, 
    skirts the day with crystal frill. 
    Prancing just above the pines, ...

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How do you feel
when you look to the skies..?

the cumulus inspired your innocent imagination
with playful marshmallow fantasies —
the sun peeked from behind
peony-puffs of airy white
to...

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My dearest love oft' pledged her soul,
          For life, though life then took its toll,
 ...

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I saw a man stark naked there unexpectedly,
who in his masculine fashion, though not apprehensively,
went gliding (or was he striding?)
down the center of the hall.
He...

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" The change of seasons lessens the pain of a loss, but like stars it touches those we love leaving  memories no one can...

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Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road

We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a...

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Also saw you standing there
Without your worries or your cares

Love ya lots but got these thoughts
And I know all our experiences are not for naught

Got...

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Russet browns and crackling 
yellow browns
Traipse idly down from leafy
spill;
For by summers gate
Glorious Autumn awaits
To plough once again, here,
Under Dingles hill.

A pleasant warming breeze 
gently...

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Families sacrifice savings, every petty frill
Praying a lucrative grade to mill
Seeking a bartered shill
Greedy coffers to fill
Hopes and dreams to rill
Nuggets of fine gold to...

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	****'s Wool *
	Written: By Tom Wright
	1/21/03
	
	Deep thoughts often dormant lie,
	In un-swept corners of my mind.
	Unless God, awakens by and by,
	"Dust Bunnies" are all I find.
	
	I...

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I passed by Old Man Banksia, a wonderfully gnarled tree,
While trekking through the Jamison, a bushland pedigree,
I saw the broad leaf of the Geebung, with...

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[- with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in a stanza]

Calm sea
curves in white frill,
as gentle, lazy waves
dash against each other, playing
catch me.
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Scrawny
cats gather close.
A bevy of them meet
on...

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By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.

Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.

From the...

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