Best Oblong Poems

Had Hoped to Find

While searching, seemed so hard to tell,
Which would be our most favorite shell; 
Had to constantly, consistently compare,
As they laid on seashore...

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Sitting with her now
       Watching 
How did she get so old?
       How did...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels...

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I: LOST IN BRITAIN

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle,...

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The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from...

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She was an artist
And he wore a tie
He was established 
She needed to fly

She loved the sensations
Danced to vibrations
She wasn't wired 
For logical thinking
She learned...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness

Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body...

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Can a man go down among the dead?
	Can he lie in his oblong box – his long house forever,
	and be satisfied with never holding his...

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Looking at my reflection
In a pool of water,
my face appeared oblong
as the quivering breeze
created ripples across the surface,
for a moment as I pondered
I spy a...

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Once I saw a purplish oblong tangerine,
Standing near the hydrant on Sixty-first
I wondered what it could possibly mean, 
Then, I was overcome with dreadful thirst
When...

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Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and...

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