Best Obscurely Poems

the waning moonlight thinly enveloped 	
the dusky canvas obscurely sprawling
across the way from the window I looked,
I knew a park was there with slides and swing	
but for the moment dark revealed nothing,
for the moment I didn’t care, either
because in darkness I felt even darker;
I was...

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Springing free from glistening 
Fronds
The summers heat leaps for 
Height;
Whilst drifting obscurely far
Above 
A distant lark now hangs in 
Flight.

Floats down his sweet trill,
Accompanied by joyous and
Uplifting revelry,
Over the black crows nasal 
Calls;
Whose draped shadow,
contemplating devilry,
Flaps and furtively falls 
Into ripening bean fields 
Planted in...

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Some people write of
things they know...
feeling more daring,
I prefer to explore:
start with a glimpse,
or chase a shadow,
a sliver of light
from a strange door
left ajar, on a path
I obscurely saw – 

Some people write
while I more dream,
imprinting pages
with a glint and a
gleam – in pursuit
of some...

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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013 
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah

Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off 
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no...

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Ten for a dollar, not worth a dime.
Two bucks gone, such a crime.
The emptiness of their shovel and pail.
Left twenty mud pies up for sale.

Babysitter blues, six at a time.
We're left searching for clues, with no reason or a rhyme.
Pain around our neck, feeling bought...

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As light plays upon the dark, that moon through stained glass windows
cutting a swarth across cobbled floors.
It seeps into the cracks like it's found home at last 
How a distant piano to a curious ear attracts
a de'javu moment and yet it is unwritten. 
You follow...

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Poem Title: 5 Minutes in my dream

My mind is a combination of many things
5 minutes in my mind you may see and understand many things
My mind beautifully made with no hands 
Many thoughts that make up a lot of my being
Intellectual rich
My heart is lyrical,...

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Sprawled over grasslands yellow and desolate
Peppered across the breadth of ancient mesa
Who hides her creeks as they pass obscurely along
Subtle like cracks in an egg

With the first hint of dawn she is yawning, stretching her arms
Lights dispatching here and there as the morning fog descends
Plenty...

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MASKED BALL – THE QUESTION

Maddening the music
In exotic minor key
Those ornate, blinding masks
That cherished memory

Scented the ambiance
Obscurely lit the hall
Rococo baroque and splendid
In period costume all

Which of them my goddess
My lady Persephony
All appear enchanting
Which enchantress she?

Will she our tryst remember
That October night’s repose
The special autumn’s...

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Today my heart is obscurely tenebrous,
It no longer dances to your a cappella heartbeats,
Neither does it tune to the acoustic of your heart,
It has ceased skipping a beat in a fashionable art.

Today the virgin forest in my heart is murky,
The trees bow in retardation for...

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I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably 

write a poem.  First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on

my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.

(Strophe’s choice is put aside, and 
Iamb not going to count my feet.)

Once...

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The fresh air delivered no scent at that dawn,
When i was awaken without single yawn,
Saint trinity's bell was sharp-slicing through mist,
The last of the doubts in my dazed mind was gone
        By all that is holly I wildly...

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Therein, laying dormant,
    veils of darkly reposed
          secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
              frenetic passages,
languishing...

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What indignation hath a mothers fury
for one who illl-uses her own
Manipulation delivered obscurely 
In speech or in deed intoned

Upon such one her wrath will rain
foiling their plan of ill gotten gain
no hope for the fool who does such things
who causes a mother to see her...

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I’m cold to the bone
All my life I have wandered alone
Though billions intone
Those others stray from my mind…
I trust my heart
To seal the truth of what I find:
The essence that reminds me
of seeking and of finding
that love
of mine.

With one breath
Rises the fate
That two hearts long...

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