Best Jutted Poems

I flew over Bryce Canyon my wings fully spread in a gentle glide 
as I marveled at the view below. It wasn't the first time but it always 
felt like it. I flapped my wings to ascend even further and consume 
even more of the...

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Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly high and spry.

Swaying and dancing in wheezy pleasy breeze
Never was he still, always in a swing.
Not even a speck, not...

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His ribs jutted out,
His body was gaunt.
A living skeleton,
A sight that would haunt.

He drank from muddy waters,
And ate the dirt of the street.
He walked on cracked hooves,
His body was cold, without heat.

He came to a little cottage,
After wandering up a dusty road.
The starved horse was...

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The morning sky drips of
spiraling particles of shattered
spinning, roaming tears
dew drips from the eyes of
the Gypsy clouds in the 
skies.

Harmonic sighs weave the
song of centuries told
of the travelers of the sky.
Trellis of puffed swirly
cotton candy billow
pillows floating by.

Star jutted pockets
gathered the flow
and the stair case...

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A temptation unlike myself unfurls
(Everyone’s here asking if I was in the hospital)
The shadow of movement has passed on,
And a cold electric scatters away from a scorched tree.

Our mutual acquaintance says hello to me again,
He was at the rehearsal and said you wanted us all...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that seemed solid too often turned squalid. With unfinished thoughts (and...

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Once, 
About ten minutes ago in the year 
2006 or 
2549, depending upon which avatar or
 Messiah is consulted, I  
 Tumbled out of my bed to the 
Untranslatable 
Predawn
 Cackle of 
Frantic voices
Descending.
 
So, with urgency
 Rarely experienced since the 
Evacuation of my...

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O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
 Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
 But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
 Loneliness has become your friend 
 Your other name is Friday, 
 You have no soul, you love Cinderella;
 Come, let...

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Where Is?


I read in poems and stories 
Where is bliss
Answer found in school class and in friends
Requires to speak with 

A maturity of belief 
And a source of love to each
Dramatically I rode towards age shadowing each

Incarnation of value to all
Never found jutted
In rich culture...

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It was three in the morning and I had to get dressed
The radio had crackled out, another SOS
The fire flickered slowly, it was to cold to gain heat
So I pulled on my old boots and went out in the sleet
I jumped in my vehicle, it...

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

 
Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking tide pools
in india ink
careless and velvet

 
I find I can only proceed
when it is accidentally breathed in
By muttering into your...

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The fingers all pointed at the accuser, ME

I was charged with betrayal, for standing on an unwavering foundation of strength

My pillars of strength had no virtue or stadium to entertain and withstand the onslaught that followed
My failures jutted out like jagged edges of a sharpened...

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Lumi smiled and reached out to grab his shoulder.  They passed over the ridge where, as Joulupukki had said, a small hamlet clung to the side of the mountain about equal distance to the valley below .  The half elf guided the sleigh...

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She sits on her crooked stool
flowers on her summer dress
seated so delightfully poised
her brush is sweeping elegantly
over the stretched canvas
as I lean on this tree
and revere her.

What does she paint? The light
of the sun dancing on the still
black pond water? The trees
in the cove yonder?...

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We danced in the rain
fleeing under our zincked roof only when the thunder roared
like we stepped on its  tail
as the soles of our feet pattered on the earth
Mother would make supper
calling out to me, "Ghenerho. You'll get cold!"

And when I'll return she'll roll up...

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