Best Picturing Poems

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

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There like the bloom of a mystical flower,
a crescent moon smiles this day
Before the sun comes to offer good morning,
bright its illumined display

While here I...

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An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

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I can't remember a time when
My heart trusted any men
Because all those in my past
Made all my trust issues last
From a father not caring
About all...

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I'd like to go out 
But the rain pours down
The galleries
Are closed on Mondays
I checked the library
See what they have on
AA or learning English
Neither needed
My...

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Good poetry is the sounds of words created and bringing these words to life
Picturing the sight’s and even smells in your mind by just reading...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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Who in their lifetime hasn't planted a Peach Pit

Just hoping that somehow a seedling would grow

And then they move on to some other adventure

And if...

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We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song

Happenings in our lives took control...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic...

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(Hopefully these words are in beat with the lyrics from “The Hills are Alive” from “The Sound of Music”)

I write what I feel with poetic...

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Sam took to the stage, limping with a leg brace 
And more than a mere trace of fear on his face 
The humorous speech competition...

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Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of...

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Gearing up to what should be magical
Special winter to be a first of firsts
Brand spanking new at the grand-parent thing
Marshmallow snowsuits, sleighs and Santa Claus
First...

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Hours contemplated, yet words just cease to come,
Until I open my eyes and gaze at dawn’s sun
I remember words spoken in a haze of a...

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