Best Impasse Poems

I am not ashamed to say it—
I revisit you—perhaps because 
you discarded me and you 
meant something to me.

But do I blame?
No—I should have 
seen where there
was an easy exit—
and perhaps it was me 
that discarded 
you.

I am not sure 
of simple things anymore. 

All...

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Love Impasse

I am not ashamed to say it—
I trace demons of you in the stars—
perhaps because I cry at your abandon,
for once, you were the riddle in my bones.

But do I blame?
No—I should have known
where our paths split,
where an anxious exit waited slyly—
maybe I, too,
left...

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Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these

Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions

Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigma....

Craven images incised within marble stones strewn amid the roguery  

Of a silent night; rustic crossing the cold damp earth;...

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I am looking for new ways to bedazzle you.
But I am at an impasse  and I can't move.
I feel like a bird with no wings,
Like a ship with no sail,
Like a car with no engine,
Like a swimmer with no water,
Like a runner with no...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip with succulent juices as eggnog,
a legitimately...

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Sun Shines back yard
dark clouds obscures the full moon
cloudy mind foggy vision...

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Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention, 
see above named poem title

the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to...

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Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these

Sinuous corridores in sublime: a maxim's inverted souvenir; effusions

Waterfalls be wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigmas....

Craven images incised within marble stones strewn amid the roguery  

Of a silent night ? Rustic crossing the cold damp...

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Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these

Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions

Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigma....

Craven images incised within marble stones strewn amid the roguery  

Of a silent night; rustic crossing the cold damp earth;...

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I could tell you if I wanted to what makes me what I am but I don't really want to 
and you don't give a damn....

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She would, she says incensed, leave one, in an instant, would 

go miles to the east, miles and miles away from one, 

where one would never, ever "darken her door again".


And she would, she says, her eyes filling suddenly with tears,

"go there for good, never,...

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The restless lizard climbing on the wall
Can hardly fathom where the end may lie
To his audacious quest, and this is why
He does not know that, in the end, he’ll fall. 

Again he tries but then again he slides
And into cold obscurity he’s thrown. 
Without advice,...

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What force determination drives within
the seeming endlessness of weak despair;
what infinite release from wanting’s wear
on mind and heart still bowed beneath the sin?
What captivates the memory behind
a trace of fingers left, to linger sweet
upon the skin where lives, emotions meet
and in that moment, finds them...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage amply 
surges an emphatic YES, 
verboten fruit adrip 
with...

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marooned -- unwhole as i am
a piece of me missing
adrift in its emptiness
throbbing in angst

furious at the impending silence
yet clinging to it like i never want it to lift
hovering in limbo -- life being too short
to be caught in this game of catch-22



AP: Honorable Mention...

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