Best Handmade Poems

Because you’re a poet, that’s why 


Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for...

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Strewn by knitted spines and a tail,

with ribbons on its hair, bright flowing

visions hover along an azure sky. Gracefully,

the flight takes a diamond shape as...

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The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now...

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TRIMMING THE TREE

Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree

It's...

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a guinea fowl
molting polka dot feathers—
handmade earrings

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juxtaposition Haiku 	 
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson

http://www.honoluluzoo.org/guineafowl.htm...

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Carrying with me a
halfhearted smile for the
braver men than I.
The men holding tightly
to past perceptions,
live or die.
Suppose I whispered to 'em
what I've heard through
the metaphorical...

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.. continued 


Flag-lowering is a daily observance at the Wagah Border, open to the public this day.

 On our view of the gate:

  ...

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I thought poetry is
-name of Mesopotamia which was the first civilization to emerge in human history
-ancient cave peoples surviving life struggle 

I thought poetry is
-an...

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God does exist between the details rather than in the Mosques or Churches. 
God can never be imprisoned under any of our handmade roofs. 
God...

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It was nothing but a tiny Blue Spruce,
                 lil’...

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delicately folded lines...

a song within her mind...

in a room of 
muted paper and
bamboo lattice silence
she softly
closes the shoji door
to find a place of freedom
With legs...

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The Mariner's old salted-air skin,  leather tight,
on a mast-hard frame of bones
and flash flood rushing blood,
faces ice-fed winds bouncing his ship
and helm cockeyed on...

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across my bed
I drape
a vintage
handmade quilt
sewn with precision
and loving care
it keeps me warm
it keeps me safe
as if
at night
still in the arms
of my sweet grand-mother
as if
at...

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Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers,...

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brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat

now requiring constant mending
as homeless...

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