Best Narrowing Poems

Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs              ...

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On a road traveled, over grown with time
Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines
The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken
Leading down to...

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Born To Walk, A Dark Path Of Jagged Stones

Born to walk, a dark path of jagged stones
too oft full of mistakes and ragged moans,
lone flying...

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I walk an already trodden path...
Uncertain, of future lives that lie ahead

But, in faith I close these earthly Ojibwa eyes
In trill, thus, I hear the...

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"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality, 
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments  
and fine components of your final...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick...

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The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears. 
I tap my pen, it...

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ARCTURUS TREASURE 

Just standing in the handle of the dipper.
Drinking stars from inside her silver slipper.
The cup is buoyed up in ancient liquid light.
And Ursula...

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On flight to our Hawaii honeymoon, a beautiful young mother with cherub baby in arms expounded to us with eloquent conviction the unspoiled beauty of...

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In the mist of life, I have found myself
  lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
A chill to the bone, a fall...

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced...

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Hand in hand we walk along
this dusk bathed beach,
reaching past sandcastles and starfish,
narrowing beyond the furthest footprints
our path has imprinted in the sand,
bidding farewell to...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining...

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Speak, and be heard, let those feelings be set free,
our God given right, I once heard, freedom for you, and me.

Look at the picture, some...

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