Best Latticework Poems

Let the paper be a canvas and the pen, a brush
The words fill  the mind like a young girl’s blush
Every color on the palette of the imagination
Becomes a vibrant idea of luscious creation

Open a door of stained glass with swans of white
Made more brilliant...

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Tea Party

Bright early morning
Courtyard opens to the clear blue unclouded sky
Mourning dove with their cheerful cooing
Lush, crisp, green, grassy, lawn,
Garden flourishes with yellow daffodils, pink lilies, and budding pink roses
Latticework lavish entanglement of sweet fragrant jasmine

My angelic little girl sits on the settee in the...

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We briefly meet the Mandan Chief Big White
in the village center where the animals are sacraficed,
couples wed, and disputes are dealt with,
he is a massive, and portly man
and is wearing a headdress that spreads to the floor
with black tipped eagle feathers, gold encrusted eagle heads...

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All signs of spring have arrived among the fields of yellow daisies and tall grass
Basking in glory the wading birds with its white silken body and long legs
Cattails burst tall with delight from the pond
Dragonflies fly amongst the cattails
Enjoying their flight around the pond, while...

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I yearn for when my troubles were as frost flowers; when the intermittent wresting
of my inner strings was natural , a part of growing up, and when, from tender stem , 
there emerged feelings of confliction that whirled into a strange collage-puberty's 
design. But whether...

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Nature's Spring palette and sweet nectar
 of bright comfort  bathing in the brilliant sunshine. Quote _ by Poet



A vision is the crimson queen rose
newly sprung its unique velvet feel
rosebuds unfold full of scallop trim
green leaflets breathless and infectious
in the gentle balmy breeze bloom shows
long...

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Beauty of Paris rising high
Such massive latticework is seen
At night a golden color's view
Three levels given public's try
Restaurants on levels are keen
This tower's sight could be for you...

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Now as I look up I catch myself, i revert my attention and I raise that man out the gutter, Oh he loves this, kinda feels familar, feels solid, Definately noticed before I left what my respect What? Sir i always give it first, try...

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A new landscape presents itself upon waking.
Places that were dreams drift outward.
Past becomes present; stars earth; flight, a grounded stride.

I might assess these thoughts as if I have a choice -
as if I might climb back into slumber; reestablish a cloud,
reshape a fog already escaping.

Thoughts...

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The Storm
                                 Frank Halliwell

The sultry day was near its end,
The cloying heat distressed.
The...

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FATHER

His sinewy hands as strong as lion’s
Hold close wobbly me like trellises
Wet sun shone through latticework mangled by harsh wind
In the stormy night we were soaked
Rain came down like maggots
I slept under his wakeful eyes.

Juice trickled from his tissues
My fingers awoke in contentment
To suck his...

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In the darkness of night,
I reach out my hand bliindly to touch your skin,
and find the soft, soothing, saving grace,
that soothes me.
I trace my fingers over your shoulder and down your arm,
to find your hand,
and hold on tightly.
You are the only one who can stop...

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Emeralds, Polished Jade, LENORE’S GREEN Eyes 
GREEN as the flavor of Mint
Sweet, Leafy  GREEN: Lettuce

It reminds  Me
Defines  Me
Exciting to Eye                      ...

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The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.

Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well as negative truth.
Learning by challenge mistakes we did face.

Surround by...

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In the twilight valleys where shadows weave endless tapestries,
Where the breath of dusk embroiders the horizon in shades of evening,
A hermit dreams, his window an eternal portal flung wide open,
To skies where eternity whispers secrets to the gathered stars.
He is the sole architect of the...

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