Best Narrates Poems

Nearly everyday, the 
     nascency of new lives 
         never fails to inspire;
Nature's...

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Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic 
sagas flowing within poetic veins.
She still remembers 
those idyllic evenings, 
engrossed in raining confessions, 
influenced by her shipwrecked...

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I  could hear my own heart beating 
So strong the rhythm grew
It echoes like thunder 
as it tells me the story of you.

You surround...

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In the middle of the night, you came, oh, death,
Wishing my soul to harvest
Vehemently, I refused to surrender it to you
Fact, that made you so...

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all my deepest thoughts, all my inward reflections 
                ...

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One-liner 
of doom...

"I'm leaving you"

Mercy! 

The poor fellow 
must've died 
a thousand deaths
right then...
 
"Whack! Whack! Whack!" 
goes an ax
straight through 
his confused heart. 
Ouch!
...

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Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears...

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Dear Jan Allison.

Jasmine aroma in her nice and pithy poems
Able poetess has the skills and qualifications to write well poems
Narrates wonderful words, sweet good comments,...

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"Overcoming misleading [economic and political] metaphors
that are physically [naturally, ecosystemically, phylogenically] in [and of] 
your [ecological-organic embodied] brain
is never easy."
     ...

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Darling Afghan grandmother, your weary hands narrates a somber tale
Your bowed head discloses your day by day yearning ail
You have masked your happiness deep under...

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The value of her name is fading,
Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness.
Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness.
A place attained from the...

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Dried sand eclipsed over the Season’s fall, 
sullen rhyme sings singer-birds over scale,
the storm-dance sprays dust against broken wall,
To the hat-worn folks, sorrowed, narrates tale;
Done...

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I REMEMBER
I remember how the branches of the gulmohar tree,
Moved hastily during the time of wet seasons of the year
The soft orange flowers fell like...

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I'm in charge here 
I am your chieftain.....your Lord and Master              ...

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Present, but not independent, 
Of societal flows, expectations, 
Not understanding sisterhood, 
Out with reachability and love. 

Together with a voice each, 
But screeching sometimes, 
In...

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