Best Keenness Poems

King of Kings can surely 
   Kill the soul and body.
     Kingdom of God is nigh,
   ...

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The Air We Breathe

Whatever death hides in the dark forest?
The Man attentive to death-defying chances
with sinister low sweeping branches, strong
confused as to the hierarchical level
upon...

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Also known as May Eve, May Day, and Walpurgis Night, happens at the beginning of May. It celebrates the height of Spring and the flowering...

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Light and shade are vital to life's beauty, charm, and richness. By Poet.


sun 
sunshine 
dawn to dusk 
nature supplies 
vivacious hues clash 
cumulonimbus cloud
sprouts expanse...

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Call girl of Thulhu? 
I smiled at the voice at the end of the phone.
Not been in action for many years, but had a keenness...

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Written: December 14, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
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Sipping from nature's cynosure duct
as...

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I hand over the bank notes - the box I take home
A flat pack tech gadget wrapped up in white foam
I peel open the packing...

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Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine;
Delighted, even if I divine light define;
If, like an orange, the details I do not peel,
Will my rhyme-lyric like...

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If I could go back
For just a day
Even just a few hours
I would set up the board
Put each checker in it's place
I would see
Really see
Grandpa...

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You don’t see the defects,
You only see the muscle,
And when he is accused,
You cause a kerfuffle.

Adjacent to beauty, truth,
That youth so lively and vital,
Vibrant with...

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I need her,

Her lips that show up the blossoms,
so much I pinch her bottoms.

Her hair more soft than corn silk,
and her dark nipples leaking milk.

Her...

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When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs 
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river, 
and when this cry reaches the midsummer...

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In a pain that persist like a stain
Baby remain standing to obtain
Remain the king of your own 
Emotional sovereignty,
If you should shriek let it be
Not...

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Since it was Sunday in late December
the sun perched softly behind a dark
swirl - and the distant dust
turned the last ray from red to pink
well...

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I carry crimson pain within my fur;
'Tis how my wretched stripes have come to be.
My motion swift as wind, my vision never blurred,
My stature mighty...

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