Best Hinting Poems

When she walked by my side on a lonely road
And took me to the other side, much more verdant,
Through the barren lands of scorched desert,

Clueless I was about the paradigm of love.

If only had I asked, she would’ve taken me there
Into the sunshine from darkened...

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It's never anything big, just a nagging defeat
Of wanting to be exclusive in your ambit,
For in your eyes, I see an opportune disguise
Living as a friend of genuine vibes gone awry.

It was the zealous-moon you adored with glee
When romantic vibes you scripted about me,
Fussing about...

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There’s nothing like a sat’dy when the dews still on the ground,
and I can take me young bloke where they kick a ball around.
To see the highs and lows of me kid who does his best,
and barrack till I’m hoarse by encouraging the rest.

When we’re...

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When The Party Is Over

When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas...

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The Butterfly Cocooned

Noon
Beneath higher twig tips, 
    my heart flutters
Near converging branches.

My cocoon
Rests
Mid-high the strength 
    and distinctive character
Of a gnarly tree.  Embracing me.
This, my home…Cocoon.

Night.
This essential place,
Protecting
Above the swirling world,
Puzzling with its mixing motions
Of lights, colors, temperatures,
Until...

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In the frame there is a photo
which I took of you that day
just a month before you left me
on my own and went away.

It reminds me with insistence 
of the things I can’t forget,
every moment I shared with you
since the day that we first met.

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If a goodbye echoes when you say hello 
And tears concealed admonish your smile
As life abandons you without hinting why,
Did you miss the sound of her silent cries?

If you need to ask how long does love last
You haven't heard the moan of her heart
Where quietly...

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Once I talked to the wind that blew
Ignoring me, like a free bird it flew.
If the wind ever saw me I've no clue,
Surely it didn't appear in my view.

Softly then a breeze came through,
Could it be the wind I just spoke to?
Swirling, whirling, it whispered...

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Detached - Even Circuits Hum
A Music Video

As twilight turns to tangled thought,
and truth tiptoes down trembling streets.
Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds
now shadows embrace muted retreats
Wary hearts weave walls so wide
against a faceless, coded tide,
while glowing grids in distant bays
bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace

Dualistic stars...

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I lay me on the grassy lawn
And watch the stars, they're floating on

While one comes out from round the eaves
Across the sky another leaves

The sky is slowly shifting round
So different stars are always found

The dipper turns just like a clock
Without a sound of tick or...

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Glistening symbol of my pain
this lonely tear.  You wet my cheek.
As a smile I try to feign,
unable now of joy to speak.

This lonely tear you wet my cheek
hinting at things not shared.
Unable now of joy to speak;
feeling so lost and scared.

Hinting at things not...

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Why do I love poetry? Well, it's none of the usual: beautiful words, lofty thoughts, noble sentiments. I can get all that from Tolstoy or the Bible. No, I love poetry, good poetry, because it is efficient. In a few lines one can become aware...

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It had been twenty-seven years since the sisters had seen each other – twenty-seven Christmases and birthdays. Twenty-seven years where hurt sisters refused to be in the same room together. Their mother’s sadness appeared to them as anger and disappointment. She tried to shame them...

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Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty is but word deep.

Perhaps you see in me your soulmate,
Reflecting...

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Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is...

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