Best Insomuch Poems

Signs of the apocalypse are a fundamental part of the Christian faith, 
Insomuch that Jesus forewarned us of its inevitability. 
God's judgment of Man shall...

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Each New Year, you make a resolution,
Nothing life-changing, just some small changes.
January first means a new start for
Optimist that wish themselves a better
Year ahead, vowing...

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KJV: Isaiah 2:4, " ... they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks:" ... by Isaiah son of Amoz re last...

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Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns'...

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Like in a dungeon we live
Full of hostility and high charges of stuffs
With no sign of induction and reduction
As if we were victims of famine
The...

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Somewhere between here,

blase and tomorrow's

derangement, lost the plot in

a moment of coherent clarity,

'twas quite a peculiar notion

unsettling predicament of

knowing one's own psyche,

silently questioned the

absolute mindfulness,

hardly...

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read you in a dewy meadow of cataclysmic ambrosia

damp feathers of grass tickling the nape of my neck,

 my eyes could sense seclusion's blossomed temptation

...

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Is history not the study of war,
treading on nations that flourished before?

It's how civilizations rise and fall,
tyranny is a weapon known to all. 

Is it...

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Patience is a puddle in your eyes.
Each day you look upon me within foreign realms of happiness; 
 insomuch you adeptly caress satin wings sprouting...

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Beneath blossoming, neat rows
Spring thoughtfully seeds
Once inchoate, now transformed
Were they visible, naked.

Coaxed or neglected
Into more important things --
Their outgrowth substantial
And beating, alive.

A pounding or downpour,...

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Breathe my name with the breeze that rustles
Through the leaves and part your velvet-touched
Lips, that they may take my own rough ones
To a place as...

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!!~My Lost Selfhood~!!
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"While, 
I were busy in thinking 
over the cosy chair.
I found 
my inner soul missing
in intoxicating air.
Then, 
the dense darkness 
of fog arose.
In...

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Out of the deep,
I heard a voice,
A strange sensation,
Over my soul;
I saw moon's eyes,
Piercing at me,
A whirlwind funnel,
Dropped on my knees.


Through the gleam of the...

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Is it okay if I ask you one more time?
 
Is it just my senses,
 
Or are we falling?
 
Insanity is not just a state...

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“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of...

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