Best Inkling Poems

A gift received when I was young I have no more.
It sparked my interest though it was so deep.
Its verse was somewhat prose; its words...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why...

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I slipped on a teardrop and landed in muck.
No inkling had I of my future bad luck.

The tear I had cried started out, oh, so...

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Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked,
a secret kept like a pebble in my shoe, now smarting.
If heart dares to belong, it's...

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A lot of acquaintances deemed me lucky, and I knew I was,
For I had a successful life, when all could have been chaos.

I had a...

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The whispers of diamonds and moonstone,
Starlight’s infusion of butterfly wings.
Flutter of lady’s eyelashes in Spring.
Lullaby murmuring - Jane’s not alone.

Sweet puff of air, rustle of...

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I can’t see the muses,
Before they steal my heart.
There are simply no excuses,
For the wonder they impart.

I can’t see the wind,
Before it attacks the calm,
Leaving...

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Growing out of childish pranks,
With the storm and stress of turbulent teens,
I locked within my mind’s cupboard,
A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished.
Rough it was,...

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Once upon an ancient time, 
in long gone languid days, 
when distant misted myths bechanced
in lovely rhym'ed ways, 
when time was so much freer, 
less...

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~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest...

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There is no hint, that this child of three
Could comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With a cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes...

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The attention span of a hummingbird
She plays the part of the buffoon
With stale trite corny jokes
And mindless ramblings of a simpleton
She plays the lunatic
Filling my...

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POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help...

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When echoes of nocturnal ricochet over the nights,
Ebony and stardust fill my heart,
Erasing the sun’s gaze, inspiring the moon to blaze
With its tempting song, singing...

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Do not call me
strong Black woman for
it is not a compliment
It is a title given to us
boxed inside expectations that
weigh us down
We are not superheroes
yet...

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