Best Indents Poems

She headed up the stairs                    
as...

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A light across a river sways,
where children wasted summer days.
Not near, not far, but in between,
the grass grows soft and tall and green.

The whispers dance...

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They tell a story,
these imperfections.
Every wrinkle's
an emotion sealed
by routine feedback.

Indents and scars
were carved with care.
Mistakes were made,
but you were spared.

Calluses
show your strength
through tough times.

Each crease
defines

you.


1-3-2021
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Align apt aim
Be beyond blame


Charm creates cheer
Dazzle dream dear


Etch each echo
Feel fortune flow


Glimpse grand groom guise
Hound hefty heist


Itch indents ink
Juice juggles jinx


Kinky kegs keep
Lasting lust...

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I was sat ordinarily at my broad, modern grey desk, wearing my normal bottle-green cotton dress because my mother liked it enough to let me...

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She walked in with the look of sunshine in her left eye.
Behind the curtain I could not tell if she were gorgeous or just blind.
When...

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field full of sunshine
wafting smell of spring flowers....
indents of loves tune...

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Snow crisp and white
No indents made by wildlife ….
All flights grounded...

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Tall birch tree
Has a quiet yet spellbinding beauty
Wind like time flows through the tree
It was always there and always will be

The river flows beneath 
The...

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I hear the sharp raindrops 
tap the budding green leaves
like the ticks from my wristwatch.
Through the childlike window
I see gigantic maple pillars 
and a forest...

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There, my eyes fixed on the yellow paving stone.
Amongst a slightly tangled dandelion leaf is a
little purple demon staring back at me.
Just stood casually as...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing...

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The most sexual languages of my licks 
she couldn't resist,
instead she begged and insist to feel
the lyrics of my tongue's music.
As my lips perched upon...

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While i watched in awe at the size and shape!
a vast shiplike torpedo with indents deep.
i smiled expectantly the Chinese were here!
then stumbled at the...

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the pencil moves smoothly
gliding across the paper like a swan on a lake
i try to keep the gray from smearing
but it smears onto my barely...

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