Best Fringing Poems

The crimson disc of cold fire afar slowly ascends, 
sets the sunk edge of the sunburst horizon ablaze,
as all the cosmic colors the chromatic sky...

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Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle

Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and...

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Lonely as ever, yet alone, he is never.
Spending every waking hour surrounded by superficialism,
Never reaching the true feeling of existentialism,
But always fringing on the edge...

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Covering amongst
day’s festivity, 
night’s tiny
sparkle –
his eyes,
muttering the
lurk of 
a damp,
somber dawn;
the trickling
of hued
droplets fringing
the wavering
green of
dark, deep
wells;
the sweep
of an owl,
cutting past
the daggers
of wind,
the flesh...

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My longer life
reads like a ransacked,
formerly almost democratic constitution,
Whether well read in organic silence
or not so screaming fascist tumored
rumor bad-humored
much.

Some days present easy milestone messages
to...

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Tempest

Today it comes: her first hurricane.
She’s eager to get wet, ripping the ply-boards
 I had nailed over the blurring panes; 
But I, I’ve endured such...

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fringing striped wingspans     collapse majestically    on the rocking wharf



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Quote : " A humble tribute to the brave Indian soldiers who fought in the Galwan valley.."



The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks
As...

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Here I fall down to vanish in the air
up I go to form the cloud and again
I fall upon the sea and I fall upon...

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Grows the night, tremulous passage nigh
Aught of earth ushered my boat of hope
Tint of virtue brightening cressets
Lights of love, I left behind the shore.

Grows the...

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in the deepest of my deep dreams
I shall take my little dream boat
away and away from the earth
I shall gently slowly surely float
outwards in between...

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Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges...

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The crimson disc of cold fire slowly ascends,
sets the edge of the translucent horizon ablaze,
as the cosmic colors the chromatic sky blends,
the sparkle of dew...

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Written 24 December 2023 
Placed 5th in :
No 1243 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

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The afternoon spilt gold on the hills,
Now the hills are dreamy eyelids
Fringing the lake's silver eye,
And the evening sky lies still.

For an hour or two...

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