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 blends,
the sparkle of dew on meadow melts in misty haze.

The crisp northern breeze flutters the fragile canopy,
cleaves channels thru’ the...

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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 warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire

Waiting and looking out the window at the...

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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 of self-absortion in the feelings of regret,
Recognizing the emotional imbalance,
Clearly caused by inabilities;
Over-empathetic
Under-motivated
Underappreciated to a point of hopeless painful feelings...

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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 of 
my
controlled reflexes.
His day of
Mosaic
intuitions –
my night
of his
absence....

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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 storms before.
Felt as they fell, the bullet shells of rain, 
And nearly drowned in a pool of ammo.
So of disasters...

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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 choose light-flowing life
While other days and nights
I feel forced to fight
to choose each conscious thought
or even just one self-composing word
or...

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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 fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes
Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake
Conquered on the kiss of...

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fringing striped wingspans     collapse majestically    on the rocking wharf



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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 the desert
I fall upon the mountain cliff and I fall upon the fringing reef
I fall to shape the rainbow and...

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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 night, for the glitter I rove
For the lost heaven fringing my fate
Hue of kindness, I shown in the land
Eased the...

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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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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 the planets
I shall haul and jib tack and run
setting my sheets to catch in full
the wind streaming off  the...

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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 brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming...

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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 on meadow melts misty haze.

Crisp northern breeze flutters the fragile canopy,
cleaves channels thru’ curled foliage for sunbeam,
splashing gold on leaves...

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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 this sunset,
Day mingles with the night,
Making beautiful orange-pink banners,
As the dark stretches out the light.

The last birds capture colour on...

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