Best Mantels Poems

The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And...

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The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their...

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Picturesque within bridals jewel box betwixt, the indigo and green ~

Spectrums hues; blue velvet cushions encasing crystallines form upon

The mantels centre....

Inertias soul stirring amid the...

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No fancy stockings
And no big mantel either
Every day stockings 
Hung over a chair with care
For old Santa Claus to fill

Just as excited
As the richest kids...

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Autumn moon moods taunt my soul
as satirical jazz rocks locked, untold
gory stories of defeat, retreating soulless
untold joys, imploding screams unblest.

As a season, I reason stages...

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The Louvre debuted an exhibit today:
Cascading Marbles of Ripples and Folds.
In waves came patrons in trenches to see
what secrets David, the masterpiece, holds;

Each stroke of...

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Slither Slider Sludge
from the quagmire to the dust
we stand to face the mountain 
with the rage of shadows past

I am anger I am pain
I heard...

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We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the...

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When your heart beats
and mine no longer can, 
I'll be flying into peace 
into heavens open land 

At the coming of dawn 
as night's beauty...

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How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue. 
I was four when it was built, an...

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Molded memories in
my inner ear.  Your voice
maudlin, yet dry, becomes
music of a raspy
mantra.  I long for your
mournful cry, and fall on
mantels of dusty...

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In infancy was formed a rounded root
Sleeping long in stratiform of clay
At harvest time pulled from its rest did shoot
A sphere of gold born forth...

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Festival lights and sights
A whirl of fancy and flight
Bells and stars and candy canes
Frosted patterns on windowpanes

Tinsel and glitter all a-glow
Mantels covered with mistletoe
Amidst all...

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December’s the month all the children hold dear.
It’s getting close, the time it draws near.
You’ll peep out the curtain out through the window.
Awaiting the sleigh...

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Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth

The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
      ...

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