Best Indolently Poems

What has happened to me of late?
The sound of falling footsteps behind,
Sends all my senses on a strike,
Leaving me with thunderous pounding of the heart.
My mind then buzzes with thoughts and I go dizzy.
Why this happens to me every now and then?
Is this what you...

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I would sit there for many hours
Surrounded by my contemplative silence-
My senses as warm as my latte;
My mind as frosty as my cheesecake 

The mixed scents of Earl Grey, cinnamon tea,
Mocha, and caramel macchiato would encircle me
Almost like they slowly become part of 
My breath:...

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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.

Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The...

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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.

Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The...

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will; 
that these perplexities
and complexities, were not
birthed by a mere slip...

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"The Beautiful Drowning" 

Barefeet 
dancing in the sand
the warm ocean licks
insolent toes 
to its command
whispers its secrets
calling us in deeper 
indolently caressing 
our naked futures away 
legs wrapped around 
warm bodies, we are far gone
way past the markers 
we swim like koi 
treasure sought, a...

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A young boy stands, surrounded by shadows
Within the midst of a glittering blade
He says he can’t bare to see his morrows
Preparing for his final escapade

He indolently raises with a grin 
This shining dagger with its deadly head
The boy is committing his dying sin
This glistening dagger...

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On a cold December night of the dying year,
A whisper flew and sat near my deaf ear;
I watched the indolent dance of her silhouette
On the threads of my fragmented retention’s net

I walked, up to her, with a lantern of sorrow--
The doors were shut, so were...

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"What are you doing here?"
"I'm standing here."
"Can't you read? It says no loitering!"
"I'm not loitering, I'm standing."
"Standing is loitering!"
"Can I sit on the ground then?"
"No! Get out of here!"
"Can I finish the hardboiled egg I bought in the Mart first?"
"No, f*ck you, that didn't buy...

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On the featherbed of my memories 
At your every sigh of vulnerability
And the smile indulgent 
With which you wooed me
Is tagged your name
Close to my heart.
Scattered over the turf of my life
And witness to our cozy love
Have been your whispers endless
Quirky, perfumed and indolently sweet
And...

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I glide through the mirroring
Lake
Lake; so still, so simply, indolently
worthless

Lake, disagrees, callous feelings
candors
A vociferous wind refurbishes
the was still, still
leaves

The wind is merely the umbrage
at my insult
It repudiates my
sincere apologies

I glide on the pretty
and this lake wanders
wandering so dumbfounded
at a skater's lithe...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into...

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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure 
never seen before nor felt 

She curled into the shaded...

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Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into...

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"Ocelots"

It was during that time 
they all decended into the lush fields of poetic madness,
swaying indolently with the other tall green poppies, 
who for once in their small lives basked in noticeability,
their blooming heads bending into each other -
they didn’t require pollinating, they were ardently...

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