Best Lines Poems

The words that I write
flow from a deep place
The lines I express
mirror the lines on my face

Some lines are joyful
other lines took their toll
Yes the lines on my face
on the page reveal my soul

I love my laugh lines
they are my fast friends
I can be a...

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Between the lines I walk a million miles

You hold me in your arms a hundred thousand times

Between the lines I  wonder about your dark and serene nights

Are you all alone,Is there someone on the phone

Is there someone by your side

Rubbing off the colours of...

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The lines
Inside my head
Spinning
Swirling, curling
Round my brain
Somehow
Find the path
Come winding
Down my arm into my hand
And pop upon the
Paper, canvas,
Glass…

I let them flow
They flow so fast
Words, images,
Visions
Take me down roads
And paths to where I have
Never been;

Create worlds
Within worlds
These lines release my pain;
Oh, such peace
These lines contain.
...

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When edges are shapely,
               as curves match the form in a perfect- yet ( imperfect way )
        of course they do, as everything certainly...

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To Kiss Each Morn, Color Outside The Lines

Once each day brought, only torturous pain
as dull axe, slow cutting against hard grain
Dawn cast shadows that this life did so curse
making me as a rock, in pauper's purse
Yet poetic soul swore to one day heal
to again dance...

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Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.

Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.

Fountain of sea, deep in darkness.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing.
The cursive waves doth strain...

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Is it Love
a simple bowl of ice cream
sweating from the heat
cherries on the top
huddled 'round and looking sweet
two little wooden paddles
pretend that they are spoons
as we sit beneath the stars
in the savor of the moon
your lips are all I see
as they caress them with a...

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She is in her bed,
lights filtering through crown glass,
shadows and curved lines
playing with her nudity,
an old erotic sculpture.

Shadows and curved lines-
they know how to play with her,
where to land a kiss
where to give a paint-brush touch
how to caress silky curves.

Each line tells her tale
each curve...

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You may not know this,
But sometimes, I sneak 
away from my cynicism,
and see through my vehement
in self loathing, to uncover
the tender optimism of 
my former self, reminiscing
of elated memories, that I
over time, forgot belonged to me,

As I see us, my mind captures the
image, in hopes...

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Between The Lines

Tribute to FJ Thomas
@ poetrysoup.com

No doubt you'll read the words she writes
of love in lovers eyes.
Seashells on a beach somewhere
beneath the clear blue skies.

Holding hands and taking walks
in the springtime in a park.
Or whispers being whispered
by lovers after dark.

But when it comes to...

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assorted like the washing on its lines
the words appeared along my way
in bunches of neat paragraphs    
they briskly flapped into my mind
still dripping with those concepts they
must have been soaked in for a while

I gladly felt them touching me
and liked their affluent...

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Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution.
A dame that knows the ropes isn't likely to get tied up.
Every woman knows, an ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises. 
When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm...

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I place petals upon each path you tread,
so those chocolate brown eyes feel no pain.
I promise to kiss away each tear you shed,
for your smile is my sunshine in cold rain.

Silent One
13 February 2018
Example for Romantic charm in 4 lines contest...

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Outside the lines 

What is it about poetry 
that so consumes you
Brings you to your knees,
cowering in a corner
of your own delusions
Reading in between the lines,
finding what is not really there
Dropping hints of absurd defiance,
collecting spoonful after spoonful
of puzzled meanings and chaliced dreams

Flowing symbolisms, metaphoric...

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While prose is read
and poetry spoken
silence is silence until it is broken.........

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