Best Inflections Poems

It's strange how some events in our lives

Can drive us straight to the edge of the precipice

And then how little it takes to bring us...

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Poets ponder and will never forget,
expressing emotions in joy and pain.
Scribbling words from sunrise to sunset,
ink flows like a breeze in sunshine or rain.

Their powerful...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation...

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Choc A Little Or Chocolate With Kittens

Warm sweet chocolate, creamy smooth
Cools off in aluminum baking trays
Laid out on the kitchen table on display
Gentle little paws...

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She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp
she pairs her heart horizontal to zero 
Her body falling from great cusps above
Then deriving great pleasure...

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Her offerings, not of words themselves
But of her, her deep inflections
She gives us light and truth and love
She gives a soul direction

The words she pens,...

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My beautiful daughters laughter
My ever-loving wife
Family…
Walking on sunset beaches
Telling stories at bedtime
Silent moments of understanding
Giving out “I love you” freely
Holding me up when I’m weak
The...

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We're blessed with gifts of words that sing a song,
     their melody through ears flows to the soul.
Through reading come the...

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The world is spinning
and you refuse to fall off.

Yesterday,
you stabbed a crooked finger
into my hidden diary
criticized my Fascist inflections -
debated my scribblings
on Marxism,
noted the notations
indicating...

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Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my...

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Behind the theaters' locked doors
                    ...

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I hear my mother's voice 
among cracked eggshells 
and broken dreams 

her tears flowing quietly 
with acceptance 
upon my cheeks 

as I strive 
for a...

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Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap 		        The taste of knowledge to...

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The forest had enjoyed a magical transformation.
Dusk had ushered in the firefly brigade.
They lit up the pond area like tiny LED lights.
I could see they...

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Indignant am I,     
My Life on the Line.
Through self inflections of my       
Dope sick addictions.
Raping...

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