Best Inferring Poems

I walk on water. . . 
I feel the coolness of the
Rolling waves splash
Beneath my feet.
I watch the sun sprinkle
Diamonds across the sea.
I float above the clouds
And feel the radiant warmth
Of the sun bless my body.

I feel the power of the wind
Caress or twist and...

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In the desert of my compassion
holds two tender seeds growing fervently;
both longing for the blueness of my tears,
which possess a certain kind of purity.

---who's teaching whom
our Tomorrows yet-in-bloom--

Teach me of your ways, Little Ones,
for I could use some reassuring.
Am I human still? Or is there...

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Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce

Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish...

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i read indulgence mid scripted words

breaking all the rules and then some,

what be greater than gutting & swallowing

uttermost concentration of language

critically consummated or otherwise,

communing within written ideologies

something profoundly reverent or

perhaps deliberate liberating nonsense,

nonetheless commonsensical compunction to 

the discerning foresightedness of poets

& enduring escape artists 'tween...

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What are people waiting for? They're yelling, can you hear?
They're wanting an apology, I'm offended that is clear
I'm nor inferring anything, to make my point to you
Some people turn a blind eye, and at times a deaf ear too
You really must be thinking, why care...

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Some say the scientific method
                              Is the ultimate algorithm and others
                              Prefer prayer.

For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions. Symbolists understand that you can't learn from scratch: you need...

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A kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile
right after a thunderous southern summer rain
and it's width hovered over the earth for miles.

Prior to that moment despair's presence lingered awhile;
complexities of life previously caused much strain,
a kaleidoscope of colors appeared making me smile.

These arcs of lofty...

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'Cross the lot there was a golf course
Where the fancy people play 
You always wanted to get in there 
I wanted to get away

Can I get myself a witness
Should I get myself a wife 
When you and I were children
Were the best years of my...

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scents upon daybreak..
trapping catacomb of thoughts
sealing mornings views

inferring the roar
coming down steel bar tracks….
destination where...

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Hey Feller Where You Goin'
By Roy Merritt

Every time he went by that graveyard 
He would whistle a soothing tune
He wanted to get past that place
And he wanted to do it soon 
He didn’t like goin’ by there
As he walked about this town
He didn’t like goin’...

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Warped and twisted, 
Spinning inside
Colors close and they open
Like a drunken slumber’s eyes
Mismatching patterns
Correlating with signs
Jumbled, rustled, falling
Like leaves in autumn time
Hoping to pick something up
Each time I rise
Veins explode from fingertips
Like a possessive ride
Exhilaration expanded
Dilating pupils surmise 
Inferring differences
With an indifferent pride
Seducing snakes like...

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This letter arrived this morning..
"Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you
That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art 
And the diversity and universality of myth 
Your work illuminates the human condition in the world of today 
You have therefore been awarded the...

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beckoning a dream, without the repulsion of bodies best set
together. the same dancing decaying soul overwhelming itself
again. the perpetual act of destroying lucidity.  watch as it 
consumes me through her eyes... inferring an unreasonable
consciousness, screaming for calamity of a solitary heart!
even my reflection creeps...

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Woke was ok..' Back in the day; before (fake-overs made) take overs, chasing any logic away!
John Cleese spoke my mind' realistic yet kind..He said he was not per'se un-woke up to a
Point.. Holy-smokes; I know there are differences in humans, (And the seasons) why push...

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The thing with psychology is it darkens the human 
when you’re no longer guessing or sat there assuming 
the intent of a pattern inferring the action 
a shade that people would name as the black one 

There’s more bad than good 
mostly misunderstood 
the way...

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