Best Piqued Poems

I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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The pitch the peak of senses piqued
each completely


Let me see

searching my memory 
biking down Laurier
locking eyes with a hawk flying in the opposite lane
is probably...

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Each Friday recedes in burgundy
Bathed ardently in Luna’s kiss
         

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Now let me be the first to hasten to say,

And all your smirks and snide remarks allay,

That I've never darkened the door of a cabaret,

Where...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years....

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ONE STONE

skipped by bonnie brook
      he’s showing off
           his perfect...

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Piqued my soul
Carnival playing
Visiting
Honor hold
Wishing for happiness free
Piercing heart

Playing card
Proving other death
Falling down
Seeing more
Taken it all for granted
Hurting heart

Russell Sivey
Entrant into Nette Onclauds contest ~Share...

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THE MONSTER YOU DREAD

i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.

i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious...

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And his frost-clad lips I gently kissed
So mildly radiant amid this  place--
That the silvery night grew quite intense
Until a gasp rushed from his cheeks.
While...

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Is it possible the sun is just an angry star?
Rising calmly with the cool morning air,
but never recognized for it's contributions
and abilities to help love...

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SERENITY

Wash me with glory’s waterfall and evergreen.
Jehovah-Rapha recharge the endorphins.*
The pine needles tickle my nose with scent.
The swoosh of skirted cascade in forest serene.

The polished...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 2"

No ice cream, 
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun, 
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run, 
setting table, 
setting sun,
Can...

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I am sexually attracted to intelligence.

Intimate conversations springing from an

eloquent mind, undressing my conscience

and making love to my thoughts.

Giving me cerebral stimulating orgasms from

live interchange...

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A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we...

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