Best Lingual Poems

In your eyes I see the person I am becoming.


Contemplation, the art of seeing the magnificent in the simple.


I searched for wisdom within myself and...

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He is caught between one life and another
while my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
We are like leaves, played with by the wind

O...

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Ascend 		Zion
Believers 	        Yearn
Collective 	        X-Ray
Deserted 	    ...

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Oh, boy! It's poem time!
       I think I'll try a little rhyme
     What goes with...

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Did you hear about Don? What a guy!
On the pretty gals he had his eye.
But he had zero chance
with them all. At romance
he kept messing...

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~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller...

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THE AQUATIC GRAVEYARD

Beneath the deadly rough waves cryptic path of destruction,
There is an ethereal place of eerie silence, in the stilled frozen
Chilling depth, it is...

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BILINGUAL  CONFRONTATION


She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met...

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A drum with a voice I am
Active, proud and can smile
Made of cow-hide and wood
I can mime and make noise
I am here to be hired...

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My poor vocabulary babies 
are gon missing
Tell me kind sir, have you seen them?

Us etymological mothers to
lingual children of lost former meaning,
we are milk carton...

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KP: With embellishment aborted, 
sidewalk and street talk wail from paper. 
Tears vividly seen because cursive one's don't wipe away. 
An intrinsic institution allergic to...

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Hi keep me in your visage,
keep me in your sociostew
quote me in a passage
or hey, F U
themes, ideas, sonnets, 
mambypamby contrivances set to words
tell me...

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MY FIRST FRENCH KISSES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She...

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You cannot rush
My healing process
My skin has invisible marked scars
From the verbal and mental abuse it endured
I let your lingual assaults have the power to...

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(Tatyana Kasima)

Life is a journey of countless sub-destinations
It’s in stages and phases
Life is a function of time a subset of different season
Wet, dry, winter, spring,...

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