Best Oblique Poems

I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
  ...

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The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance

Streaming with incresent colours towards life

Infinite within its parhelion possibilities

Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides

Whereupon all things...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles...

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The world aspires toward reflection. Words are the oblique mirrors that hold our thoughts. We gaze into these word-mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning, belonging,...

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I hate the cold weather, whether to say the least,
the cold weather hates me, i slipped and fell last week,
plus the warm weather's better, i'd...

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Only I Decide My Fate 

By Kathryn Collins and Terry O'Leary

At times when I am dark and deep 
joy but flickering dim, 
I upon the...

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in the frail blue dusk, 
that comes as prelude to dark,
there's a fragile lapse,
one period so oblique,
it's called neither night or day.

this brief moment comes
as...

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Then, he knew why he must hew
old memories from marble- 
emotions quarried from heart's slew- 
Oblique fight with his faith's garble

Cut block unfolds Christ, enthroned
on...

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A legend who created the Afro-beat,
Sent to read medicine,but opted for  music,
Advocator for the poor,who refuses defeat,
He uses his music to strengthen his physique.

He...

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Before the rain came,
I did not understand the words.
They were simply beauty to me
     in a foreign language
   ...

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Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves 
in the fardel of branches as they trembled 
beneath the relentless breath of april's storm

i watched them from...

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Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.

Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.

An inverted green
puts the roots...

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In the realm of Fairyland, winged fairies
Flutter celebrating under August
Young moon, in depths of temperate forest
Shadowed shade. Their song of merry carries
Throughout and upward to...

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I WAS LED TO LEAD


Icicles of lead
Snowflakes of steel
The wind a gasp of liquid loss
From every branch hung clear spears of yesterday’s mighty weather
A reminder
An...

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Delight in heart
  Our eyes are in sight 
         Despite  any height
   ...

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