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Premium Member The Second Coming
Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I...

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Categories: insinuates, nature,
Form: Alliteration



Horizon After Horizon
I welcome change
For I realize this life as a journey
Travelling insinuates progress
Progress means change
...of scenery, of events, of climate

Everyday I search
Treading one small step in...

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Categories: insinuates, lifenature, me, old, me,
Form: Narrative
Patriotic People
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our...

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Categories: insinuates, america, birthday, courage, culture,
Form: Acrostic
Who Is He
Who is he who skips the mountains crest
and in the forest takes his play
who wanders flowering meadows blest
and paints her majestic peaks by day
 
Who...

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Categories: insinuates, love,
Form: Rhyme
I and Me
Seeing, what others want us to see,
Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea.
Tears inside, still continuing with a glee,
Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free.
If this...

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© Amit Joshi  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: insinuates, courage, dedication, deep, freedom,
Form: Acrostic



Pain and Suffering
The larval stage that insinuates
a protective agony made of silk
Interlaces incipience quilted diametrically
Which twitches against cogitation and reasoning closing in...
The same as guilt
Or what guilt...

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Categories: insinuates, muse,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Workout
I was working out on the elliptical machine in the gym, feeling good and watching 
the "Calories Burnt" number climb higher and higher.

Then, I noticed...

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© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: insinuates, lifeme, woman, me,
Form: Narrative
Naked Flamenco
A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate...

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Categories: insinuates, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, mystery, passionlonging,
Form: Free verse
Increments
A thousand myriad voices           scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents...

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Categories: insinuates, conflict, environment, pain, pollution,
Form: Verse
Rain
my parched eyes watch torrents of rain 
lashing the glass windows
of my chic office on the seventeenth floor
can't hear the tinkling of drops 
or rumbling...

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Categories: insinuates, rain,
Form: Free verse
The Shadow
In times of transition, as we walk a tightrope of hopelessness, the shadow comes to claim us.
The shadow descends, reminding us that there is no...

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Categories: insinuates, dark, light, light, me,
Form: Blank verse
Saxophone
The cellar is his bleak repose,


in concert with the cockroaches and flies;


there he wipes his runny nose,


toils the day long, sunshine tries,



insinuates through rough and...

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Categories: insinuates, music,
Form: Quatrain
Saxophone
...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane

                  ...

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Categories: insinuates, tribute, writing,
Form: Quatrain
Pang
Pang….no  more!!

Pang….suddenly, shocks me!
This unfathomable message
I  didn't  expect would touch me
An  emotional distress..a change
Devastatingly censures  me
With horrifying like ‘an abominable...

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Categories: insinuates, angst,
Form: Free verse
Saxophone
...inspired by 'Black Tambourine' by Hart Crane


The cellar is his bleak repose,
in concert with the cockroaches and flies;
there he wipes his runny nose,
toils the day...

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Categories: insinuates, on writing and words,
Form: Quatrain

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