Best Ink Black Poems

POTW

When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a child

Soothed you were by twinkling stars
In a crib that faced a velvet sky
Did Queen Cassiopeia sing you a sweet lullaby
As...

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It stood there
looking empty and old,
neglected and sad
with windows shuttered,
covered in shadow 
both day and night,
hovered over 
by trees whose branches
disguised the house
and made it seem 
a part of the 
overgrown landscape, 
completely surrounding it,
keeping strangers and unawares
at bay.

It stood there
shrinking from the present
almost lifeless,
a...

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A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays...

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Winter is a deadly companion to those of us
who stay behind. Spring is not guaranteed, only
a lonesome song, frozen on the lips of my
fellow crusaders.

The tip of the spear belongs to the "Ice Warrior"

Camouflaged under a dusting of snow, ink black
like the night or mind...

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I have babysat a roomful of six year olds, 
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.

I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.

I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs 
that ended in a standing 'O'.

Often...

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The salt water
baubles washes
gently
upon the jetty sent
from lands distant.
Pushed by a hovering
yellow moon,
sometimes built into
thunderous waves
		of hurricanes.
Change comes rapidly
and dangerously
as the sea meets
yesterday coming
back.
It speaks to me and
it does say,
I give no quarter
and furthermore
           ...

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Swept by waves of nostalgia
Afloat on longing tides
I assessed this oyster compound
where my heart could not abide.
Aphrodisiac pulls of Neptune
were as lava cooled to stone
What use were pearls of luster
when one had no collarbone?

Heralded by sea trumpets
kelp banners flying high
Sentinels of sea urchins
with pink coral...

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TENERIFE

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod
the sooty sand; slender maid with raven 
hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun
a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin.
From rocks, ink-black as witches' cats, they saw
the teeming sea; for Paraiso Beach was
cast for them by...

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A SMOKING GUN

Beholding planet Earth from the far reaches of space, 
In the ink black cosmos the observers must give voice
What a beautiful planet have we here
A very unusual blue and green glowing sphere
It must be the gateway to heaven's door
Let's go have a look...

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What I like about you is your look of surprise
The smattering of sunlight on your white gem face
The wistful expression when your heart is in that other place.
There is not a single fleck of color in your ink-black eyes
Yet in them I see the clearness...

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Ache—
Let it sink
Deep
 
With quiet and unfathomable rage, every word shown
Black ink, black intent,
Yeah, she was done


The black nail polish on her nails chipping
Stupid, cheap crap…

The color black burned through her soul, 
Giving her slight satisfaction in her furious state of mind
Always angry
Always sad, and...

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crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold the jealousy of Davy Jones...

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Here is a time of anticipation,
hammocks poised for the days afternoon rain.
Glaring diamond sun, horizon ink black,
breezes stir hot thick air, thunder clouds call.

Sandhill Cranes graze in a lazy black stream,
glittering gold minnows lost as sun dims.
Mates for life in Florida's vast hammocks
now retreat to...

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And for my sweet meditation-  I am listening to Vilvaldi,
the four seasons concerto, wild and quite dreamy;
and I am soon lost in a daydream of flowing creeks,
     singing birds, whimsy and fantasy illusion.
     A mosaic, a...

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Naked Subjugation

Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn 
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forbearance uncomplied

Upon furthermost the distance between us  elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me...

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