Best Noticeable Poems

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only...

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Some people wear baggage like a hat in church,
Still others could conceal it through a customs search!
Me? It depends on the mood that I'm in,
My frame may be thick, but my skin's super thin.

As a child, dysfunction was all that I knew.
Violence and alcohol increased...

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it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps.	 brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
   ever changing with the seasons
	         (a smile, a smirk)

preying hands collapsing 
across sable skin too soft to wear.  	desire
wanting...

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Sometimes, we expect 
the sun to rise and smile,
through hazy hellish clouds
carrying vindictive 
verdicts of venomous vultures, 
surmising hues of 
ink to pierce through 
pores of this bleeding pen,
imagining rainbows 
will unravel colors,
in violent violets and 
intricate indigo streaks,
refusing to walk around
streets with
hailing stones of...

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I've been contemplating the tastelessness of the soup being served on site.
The difference between what's sweet and sour is noticeable in every bite.
It's not just the infusion of artificial intelligence that leaves the soup bitter,
but poetry that's been stolen from others that stinks worse than...

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"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"


Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so 
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the...

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Why drowning when there's
the ability to swim in me?
Why sleeping in the cold woods
with a match box in my Jacket
and an Axe below my head?
Why the self condemnation
when I'm a billion miles ahead of a billion?
What exactly do I see in my inner mirror?
Is Life...

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Recognition
	
	There I am again, 
	in the wall-size mirror 
	at the gym, 
	myself seeing myself, 
	a compulsion of sorts,
	a checking-in 
	to see what has changed.
	
	My bent and rotated spine
	is always the same — 
	a very noticeable dog-leg
	listing me to port.
	
	There are those
	who look at themselves 
	each...

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This garden city
Concrete skyscrapers loom;
Greenery punctuate


Tree-lined avenues
Bourgainvillea clusters;
Traffic jam companions


Waltzing slowly
Overhead bridge;
Ant-people below


Old neighbourhood
Heartland community;
Ageing populace


Feeble old lady
Speeds on wheels;
Electric commotion


Playground
For small kids and big;
Noisy charades


Fitness park
For young and old;
Fighting spirit


City side walk cafe
Crowded after hours;
Beery happy hours


Noticeable absence
Dry spell ending;
Sudden torrential rain


Umbrellas raised,
Parasols ...

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Mother Nature’s Little Prince

A most beautiful little green frog swims quietly and so gracefully
While his eyes gaze gently on a mountain looming in the distance.
He’s at ease as he swims in a deep forest pond warmed by the sun.
Lost catching flies inside the shadows as...

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A most beautiful little green frog swims quietly and so gracefully
While his eyes gaze gently on a mountain looming in the distance.
He’s at ease as he swims in a deep forest pond warmed by the sun.
Lost catching flies inside the shadows as an echo holds...

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Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous...

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I was here once 
But now I'm one of the forgotten ones
I faded away slowly
Imperceptibly 
Like the once vibrant blue of blue jeans
The edges frayed 
as I walked along the road of fleeting popularity
I felt my fabric thinning
until I became comfortable 
It made me kinda...

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A hint of Autumn I can feel
in August when it starts to cool.
It's a small pup at my heel -
not too noticeable – yet real!

Though changes yet I cannot see,
a hint of Autumn I can feel.
More comfortable I’ll soon be.
September’s days are my ideal!

Like fruit...

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FADED

I was visible once
but now one of the forgotten ones.
I faded away slowly
imperceptibly,
like the once vibrant colour of blue jeans.
My edges frayed 
as I walked along the road of fleeting popularity.
I felt my fabric thinning
until I became comfortable.
It made me kinda cool in a way.
I...

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