Best Paragraph Poems

Placid rain gently kisses unblemished windows
as leaves fall in an Autumn breeze.
In the distance cinereal clouds congregate,
converging upon the city's royal citadel.

Oblivious to the storm,...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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As the ink touches my writing pad every letter seems to glow.
I feel I'm going mad watching sentences light so bright like a rainbow!
 ...

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Some say- a paragraph holds them deeply,
not even the slightest touch can make them fall

          ...

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  E.E.CUMMINGS AND I


I remember a beautiful, Spring
day in Chicago.
Sitting on my lover's lap.
His eyes as lovely as the spring-
green trees tapping gently on...

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You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge.

Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching.
I just was entranced by the sea of you.
Black full hair, corduroy...

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Brutal was the biting wind,
sweeping brown locks of a tiny urchin 
side to side, often hiding her eyes.
 
Oversized slippers she had donned
were lost in...

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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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A blank page is ready
For the pen to begin
Spreading the words
One letter at a time
Then one paragraph
Followed by another
Until the poem has
   ...

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Wicked wind I hate you so,
I’d rather sit in ice cold snow,
Your breath is cold and touch 
So fraught, I think your soul from
Devil bought...

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Speak to me not in riddles, but with your truth, plain and uncomplicated
for there is no need for riddles when your thoughts are spoken with...

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Herein lies the identity of their enemy
Herein lies the description of the abuses
Herein lies the claims against their tyrant
Herein lies the picture of their fixed...

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I was the last one to ever see you-
Say goodbye, or even I love you to. 
You were the last one I ever trusted,
eight years...

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Corrugated rhythm of the perforated heart
in the pulse of inspiration torn asunder, peeled apart
with the movement of discovery proving false in every start
as we danced...

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I Know You

A friend read a book. 
Something that I had written. 
When? 
Hard to say…
About?
Really did not matter. 
The key…

“I know all about you...

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