Best Limited Poems

Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?

Such depths to your...

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You asked me the other day, my friend, 
who I am and I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true,  
Look, how...

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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive...

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Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark...

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New Dawn
First day of a new chapter, philosophical reflections emulate like four seasons,
reminiscing hearts whose voices are no longer heard, yet I feel their spirits...

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In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds...

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Where to turn, oh friend I ask
I chose to turn to you,
if you'd be so kind. 

Though I try hard to describe the beauty 
heard...

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In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds...

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I recall fond memories of happy childhood days 
When life was so much simpler in oh so many ways

As children we played outdoors and had...

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Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician 
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision 
to respond to you 
our multi-versed 
mathematical...

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In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train...

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(During contemplation)
What are we? Thought the flea,
there must be more than what we see.

(With careful consideration)
Am I free? Thought the bee,
and is there much aside...

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Dangling from fragile threads 
soaked in suppressed emotions
I weigh my limited options
as flashes from the past flicker 
behind a barrier of uncertainty. 
In swirling mist...

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What is life?

Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies 

Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime

Perceived by ideations so pure...

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In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring

So therefore no adjective was...

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