Best Outskirt Poems

Chalk is the magic of blackboards, sports fields and
little girl's sidewalk games of Hop-Scotch.
How many equations and statements, measured lines, and boxes
do you imagine have been drawn upon those waiting surfaces?
Dare one imagine -into infinity?

On this day, however, looking down at this particular sidewalk,
one is...

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On reflection, a shining  mirror lays my core ethos bear,
inkling etched on mien can’t escape deep probing,
tilted jaw, gleaming eyes, vivacious aspect,
express an ardent quest for exponential flourish,
in this life of mine, and its manner of existence,
and the earnest cycle now associated with it,...

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In the library, we meet a young lady; her study, it does overwhelm,
Resting, laying her head down, she then transcends into another realm.

She awakes amongst a rolling fog, as it clears she heeds an immense object,
Wiping her eyes, she starts afoot and discerns a large...

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When still a child
I learned that plantation colony was belonging 
to my father, the one who brought my mother 
from the Dutch East Indies,
and the one whom he loved full in rage.

I was a small *****, beautiful, fat, and disabled,
helping her as far as the...

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A serious commitment never ending
a binding link between a consenting two
but feels like a gift of a cute and soft teddy bear with mysterious eyes.
It seems to open a door but with so many windows,
the ventilation is safe, but peeping is dangerous;
going to a show...

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Tackle box, fishing poles, radio, a good book to read
In a quite little alcove , the back outskirt of Lake Mead
The desert sun burning the sky, I’m comfortable in the shadow
I see the shad chumming toward the shore, my bait a live minnow
Suddenly, down the...

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In an unfolding poetic hymn of yours, 
I will be the poet, with zealous zeal,
A Sky, unwrapped the horizon of yours, 
while,  I was a lonely, soaring seagull 
Running brook of yours had a murmuring sound, 
though, tranquil water touched mine
Within the rainy season,and...

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A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate 
He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully
between his legs and whistle a somber tune.
The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town
Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty...

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Consider for a moment the circumference of a coin
Inseparable is three point one four one five nine
Perimeters of toilets as you sit upon their seat
is just the perfect size when your bum feels replete

From boundaries of planets to sub-particle design  
are radii times twice...

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I was born in Middle East in the outskirt of a state of Palestine –
Abducted at birth and my father executed when I was thirteen;
We buried him alone, bade him goodbye, in the midst of night.
Our desires and dreams, as family, put to fire and...

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Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground 
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn...

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The air arm touches the sky with glory
air force stand for Aerial warfare,
for the sake of their country
took the oath to serve the country,
the Indian air force showing their victory.

holding the fourth position across the world,
Tejas, Jaguar, Rafale, MIG-29, SU-30MKI, Mirage-2000
are their lethal fighter Aircrafts,
through...

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Its a blurred image of my wish 
So deeply buried I wish it resurrects as fast
From those  thorns of impracticalities my bones fears to tend
When shall that day be, real, true

A song above the cries of the "Bata" drums, to shout joy
For my birth...

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Come let's dig deep into Mother's  tale.
her border is the immaculate finger of the sky,
Beside this seashore was her flower taken.
under the rippled moon tale of the northern
Sahara, they made her the dummy of silence. 
her mother sold her eyes to the tale bearer,...

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TWILIGHT HAUNT

In the outskirt of the town ,
 Beyond the dragon village,
 Seperated by the green pond,
 There a castle with two towers,
 Wholesome in antiquity of age ,
 Beyond the rotten four wheeled carriage.

Inhabited by bats ,owls and ospreys,
 Landscaped of blooming prairies,
 Non...

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