Best Italic Poems

Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath
only to resurrect you again,
because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany.
The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to...

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Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty just like yesterday
red-hot pokers
 
Playing fireworks 
on lovers' palates 
scintillating...

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A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.



January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper

coffee to warm the hands
walking the railroad

refusing
to stay put
a child's balloon

spring in her step
red moon...

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the rhythm of old poems,
precision breathing 
in and out,
nose and mouth.

reality fogs a window
on a cold winter morning,
clears the congested mind
one wrinkle at a time.

in our misspent youth,
we twist words around the tongue
and take them out of context
without real meaning.
 
after we learn to stammer...

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She kept TELLING,
YELLING at me,
to GO with the FLOW, to write with a GLOW. How?
My mind feels too SLOW to capture the UNDERTOW!

I try rising to the SURFACE with my VERSES. yet
I wander from PURPOSE, bam the bottom or a boat.
Feeling like a dazed PORPOISE,...

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Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei,
I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man;
unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, 
now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies 
as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days! 

Looking closer, I noticed tools itched
on its sides, the trade...

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Antics Of A Buzzfeed Ding Housefly...

Non random, but (based on my very
     far out, flimsy laughably 
     amateurish thinking)
     faux feigned aye
firmly believe, that
     what appears bye and by
as...

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Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided coloured counting ball is many balls on cruises to oil...

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Our poetry...
A thousand times been read
Syllables contort tumbling 
Under covers
Free verse unfettered 
Beneath hot breath
Brail symbolic softens 
As soon as alabaster wets
Lips’ reciting merely, what is 
Or should be heartfelt said

Our poetry...
Sapidus is to taste
Licking walls 
As licorice moisten
Is the dark, chocolate
Bar shadows cast
Through blinds...

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Pink paper 
waiting for a poem
from a poetess

She is alive with inspiration
writing the first line
suddenly

Italic suits her fine,
and the words, so beautiful,
become

They become and become
and supercharge themselves
on pink

Then "Silvie", she signs,
and we see her go away
from scene





4/18/2015...

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When They Pushed

Poem was pathetic and ended up rotten
When received wished you hadn't gotten
Grammar was mixed up in a big mess
How horrible things were have to confess.

Should have seen usage of each italic
Looked like symbol similar to a phallic
Being awkwardly stuck up in the air
And...

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Leaning against a story books light post, upon the corner of 44th and Broadway
Taking one last drag while gazing at the billboard ahead; quiet became this frame
Ushering the muted techni-colour crowds; cast amid a breeze as swirling about
Chasing trails of smoke emitted these embers; italic...

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My light dims as it attempts to stay bright while trying to guide for someone,
The truth of the matter is once that light is out everything else is done.
A light can only show the way but only if that person whats to be found,
But if...

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Waiting for a thought, an image or something; anything....
To jump start this heart; dead on arrival ? Sounds so familier
As sorting through life's dumpster a rag doll, baby hope; discarded
While time unwinds it's same old songs; composed of dispair her mother
Children themselves seeking dreams beyound...

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Through the initial magnified eye of vital dawn, 
Pierced that long powderkeg wick underneath;
Mercilessly flammable, the combustible dusts candle flamed, 
Ran anguish on path with every tongue, 
With passages & persuasions, actions & consequences, diametric forces, 
Everything that remained beyond all decisions charred, 
Engulfed bigger,...

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