Best Line Of Verse Poems

With his alphabet spaghetti my son kept spelling ‘OOOOOO’
His teachers say he’s clever so what was I meant to do
But when I got it figured...

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In sparse words
the poet writes
choosing power
over fluff.

The perfect line
and word
and length
inked on the page.

The poet’s bow
pulled back
taut with arrow set
then flies

to strike a heart
if lucky
if...

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My crazy dream is to begin again
back when I ran breathless in fields of green,
enchanted and well past the age of ten,
yet back when my...

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The Lost Poem 

This is dedicated to a quickly lost poem.
Its opening line for a second known.
No more than a furtive verse buried away.
Maybe my...

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His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on...

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I saw a large round anthill in the dirt
and marveled at the intricate design
of what they were about. My heart was sad, 
and yet, without...

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Will one write an Ogden Nash?
A touch o' wink, bit a blink
And then, add a glint o' guile...
Doing all, with wryest smile.

Or could it come...

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First moonlight,
Lips buzzed
Numb with new kisses
And wine,
Salty crispy hibachi ribs,
And your authentic sex.
Eyes smiling in the silence,
Small talk, funny faces,
And the sound of the dawn...

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Wild Roses in Ice

At the 
very edge
of a
frozen pond
during 
the
ice-cold 
Winter
deep
in an
old
country 
forest—
unbelievably
I gaze upon
three
wild roses
frozen
in a 
block
of ice
as part
of the
larger
ice flow.

These
roses
at the
pond’s
very edge
are
rosy-red
radiant
beautiful
and even
redolent
although
encased
they...

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Hearts alive, thriving, surviving
In shadows they heal from their pain
Hearts arrive, striving, reviving
Hidden by the hopes which remain





YOUR BEST FOUR-LINE LIGHT VERSE, NO. 2 Poetry...

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Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the...

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How resplendent are the petals of a dew-kissed rose,
velvet to my gentle touch, in its long-stemmed splendor. 
Like tender blessings I receive as I reflect...

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That muffled sound you hear is Susie.
She’s still talking. What a doozie!
At her appointed time to die, 
her mouth refused, and that’s no lie.


September 13,...

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The creature was huge and it walked, with a loud stomping thud 
Then it opened its jaws wide and they were dripping with blood
My whole...

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What is this strange constipation?
From a man who conducts litigation?
I cannot speak write or think,
my affect is simply to blink.

Like opposed magnets my pen deflects...

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