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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Pithos was originally the holder of it and then misinterpreted.

Arguing the very existence of it sometimes a fault we all utilize.

Nullifying everyone's belief in its...

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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...

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