Best Funneling Poems

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those...

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Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.

Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.

Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging...

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Dear uncle, what can I say at the twilight of my life 
about the things you did to me 
About a time of my youth when I could barely talk, 
let alone write poetry 
We were family so I was told 
as they gave away...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back to the

land of the free

who eagerly seeks to waste

every last...

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Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From...

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Tidal wave funneling the tornado of the sea; as dolphins rush to ride the swell.

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Darken clouds swarm, twisting,
Intertwining giants mass,
Funneling truants blend.
A moving death storm descends,
Without warming it begins.
An eerie silence lingers,
Eluding detection.
Swiftly, comes the wind of a
 Thousand screams,
Gripes ripping apart mother earth.
Faster, faster like a speeding train,
No place to hide nowhere to run.
Rubles ruins, torn flesh,
Mangled metal.
Broken...

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Words of trust to the grave

These circumstances I go through 
Cause a battle of the heart 
A lengthy conflict of emotions I can't separate apart
Thoughts of you are wrestling continuously in my mind 
You the opponent holding me down intertwine

This relationship I will not persist
You...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s colors.
A monkey stole a man’s visage, and made play there.

Time...

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"I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination" 
~ A Rambling Poet ~

Deep in the center of a lush green forest, I found it -
a lovely solitary door atop a three-tier stone platform.
By simply pushing through it, I had opened up my mind.

I...

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A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow. 

Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.

Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow. 

Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow...

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I'm a provocative artist spilling ink's 
brilliant spectrums of colorful emotions. 
Productive Poet seeking worldwide 
philosophical philosophies ambitions 
of "crazy mind's ". 

Provoking philosophical philosophy 
streamlining ergonomics of the mind 
in life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's. 

Whispers of my words echo throughout 
time with...

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Textured jewels approaching the horizon
Funneling velvet water 
With exhilarating sky
Lush beach fingers the sunset
~
Delicious day ends...

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I look and listen to all that’s around the view from where I’m standing seems like a mound. 
If you see what I see and are no kin to me we are free to be given an aura of chi?  

Being humble and meek...

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