Best Graphically Poems

When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls,
as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun,
when a jealous...

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Take AI’s verses 
    and make them yours,
fake wisdom through 
   generated synonyms,
stolen from 
   the thesaurus of thieves.

Maybe there are no pages for
inkless minds 
   that lack creativity,
or maybe pigments 
   in their...

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Trauma stained 
my innocence, 
before I knew 
that the sunless 
sky lost its glory
to doomed darkness,
an empathetic gaze
which roamed beneath my 
saffron skin, 
an ungodly vulture
disguised as a gracious 
guide, whilst waking up
to wrinkled sheets of satin, 
which burnt and betrayed 
my virtue as an...

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If rain poured 
in susurrating sounds 
   of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls, 
where lilac-feathered
   letters of farewell
written in red diamonds,
illustrate illusive 
narratives of an onyx heart
haunted by 
...

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Hidden within the depths of my words of the blackest ink
Are the truths only you and I know
Secrets and lies
Stolen moments of passion
Deception of the foulest kind
Concealing true identity
Time revealing sincerity of intentions
Thunderous silence roars
Locked away until the devil speaks his poison

Verbal sins from a...

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War and Peace: That Midst Nations And Nationals

War and Peace, a classical fiction by Leo Tolstoy, first published as Voyna I Mir in 1865–69. This picturesque reflection of early 19th-century Russian culture saw as its power of vivid detail and change from subconscious interpretation, is...

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a wrecking daring taught bestowed 
my weariness a covenant catering to
the boundary of self why I'd become 
more open to resolve life's issues abundantly 

simply through a passing fancy cleverly 
orchestrated why rehearsed over and over again 
while I'd gravely except a single faint hue...

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My daily drive; today through pouring rain,
Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,
Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,
Framed by downtown's bustling highways.

Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climate
Testimony of a divided space and time
Obscenities litter the viaducts and road...

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Where are all the hippies from yesteryear,
did they pack up in their love bugs and disappear?
What happened to the summer of love,
and the freedom to express said love graphically?
Did they go on a long, long winter break,
and forgot and left the neon lights on, which...

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Some of the sexiest women are Vargas’s 1940 pinup girls,
They are drawn with long hair, sensuous legs, and the right kind of curls.
Enhanced in all the right places, there is nothing that exudes sex faster 
Graphic drawings of cattish women are not the kind you...

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The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation. 
The well kept desire...

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She boldly merges her tabs slowly to my left
I undo my last move but redo her last breath
Therefore, not an imitation, simply a re-creation
Her soul’s solidification of my interpretation
Which was copied and pasted to my interface
While creating a free space, instituting a page break
Forming a...

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The term "heavy metal" was coined to describe the loud, driving, guitar-based music popularized in the late 1960s. Over the years, bands have added new connotations to the term. A group called Black Sabbath combined heavy-metal music with occult symbols and odes to the Devil....

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everyone is so afraid
and they hold it in like a broken music box
like a damaged videotape

and a telescope that sees beyond skin
is lost in the garbage pile at the end of the
Bermuda triangle wormhole
like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
like a...

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Critically talented is he…
Watch him paint you a portrait
And design your graphics
Graphically in depth gradually
Peacefully mastering his art
His hands are designed to outline the impossible
His colors vibrant and the easel close to heart

Critically talented is he…
Take your cookbook you wrote
Remix your favorite recipes
Deliciously sweet inspirations…take...

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