Best Manuscript Poems

There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.

Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators...

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“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost...

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What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the...

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This is a translation of the famous Bengali Poem " Banalata Sen". The author is 
 the renowned poet of India - Jibanananda Das (1899...

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I stand-
gazing     at the weathered    door-
beautiful    the knob is old brass

foliage   dark ...

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Sweeping time under the carpet
Is a time consuming chore,
Like spring cleaning
My consciousness
Upon a shingle shore,
Or picking up the seconds
Strewn along the cutlass beach,
Where the moments...

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Crazed beyond this fragile manuscript
  ink now bled out in caustic flow
emptying my mind of the clutter
  pouring from a heart beat’s mechanism
grinding...

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Her story is one that needs to be told.  Born in a poor family she was sent to work at a very young age....

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Charmed,
by the pen of inspiration,
the
blank sheet of paper,
could
no longer resist poetry's advances
and
gave in to the temptation
by
letting the poem's words be written
on
its immaculate face
thus
transforming itself 
from...

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I see your bright colored plumes and your cocky arrogant beak 
you think you got a trumpet in my ear but oh ,you wait and...

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a Christmas card’s a little thing
so much~ a loving wish to bring
but still my Christmas souvenir you’ll take
in kindness, for the giver’s sake

The first known...

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Just watching raindrops slapping leaves
is better than anything requiring electricity
including fame and posterity. Monday
morning I walk over to the art museum
stand before Homer. I'm imagining
life...

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I wake up in the morning and have to decide which side of the bed I will get out of today – it 
doesn’t really...

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4.
on this spine 
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down 
the climate     

everyday 
the sunglass changes 

look at the soil and...

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