Best Planktons Poems

If the sun married the rain - It would become a rainbow (quote by poet)

This aquamarine aquarium is a prismatic prison,
reflecting a reality of a pseudo persona
and I've become tired from pretending
behind this veil of pantomime portrayal

just like the mind of 'Kurt Cobain.'

I hunger for...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia feathers
tease those 
jingling breezes, 
infusing breaths
in every lifeless aroma;
where I can soar 
beyond the 
brushstrokes 
of symphonies that
planktons sing to...

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There’s a story here,

embedded within 

a righteous reef

of broken silence,

where scars remain

engraved on sea stars,

entangled between sand 

in empty oyster shells, 

reminding me

to breathe until i reach

the surface, 

for hope still swims

through the barnacles

that bloom amidst the blues.

These tears mean nothing

and everything

as they define the...

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I was submerged in 
an ocean 
          of rants,
hiding the sparkles 
of my  
poetic 
       planktons.
My meaningless 
phrases 
that meant 
everything,
but 
   nothing and anything
at the same...

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Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will...

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   “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zinn  

Time has an interesting 
way of revealing 
riveting narratives,
embossed within ivory 
clams in raven letters,
perhaps, it is the 
crippling kismet,
that dahlia dreamers are 
shackled by society’s 
sanctimoniousness,...

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Dear me, 
  I breathe you
in the pulse of erased promises ~ 
I'm a shadow in your space 
and not any voice which can be heard
    above restless mists, 
so, when the crystals of change mock us ~ 
and I am...

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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned 
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey 
and champagne ribbons, 
as feathers of lunar crust rise,
to embellish the sky...

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"You can never kill a poet,
their words are engraved for eternity." Silent One

To the one who personifies my poetic heartbeats,
every time you abandon me, silence is my nemesis.
I'm like an inkless quill reciting a chorus of sorrow,
but my analogy of tears appears invisible,
in an anthology...

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Turbulent moves the water mass
Thumping and roaring as it rolls,
Sheltering in her, myriad strange beings
From tiny planktons to giant killer whales

Constant remains she, yet changing ever
The puzzling paradox beyond the land
She had cradled the first mote of life
Earliest link in the incessant chain of life

Whipped...

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As my closed eyes open and the dream of my calves playing among the corals curtail,
I realize that my body is contiguiting the earth,
perhaps the shore,
because I can feel the sharps rays of the blazing sun puncture my tender skin.
Yes. It is the shore. 
I...

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Greater Flamingos flock here*, 
flames of white and pink bring cheer. 
Tall and graceful, standing still, 
playful pecking with their bill. 

As a colony, they stand
with pink plumage, plush and grand. 
Bending down curved snowy necks, 
rummaging for food objects. 

In the waters, feeding full
with...

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By
the side of seat
ripped out
from
womb of ancient 
Fiat Seicento
above
entrance of shriveled capillaries
he borrowed me a smile

I'm drifting

along the smile
down the smile
through the smile

I'm driving in

between  
light scattered planktons
in front of
the wall

porcelain rose in the path of cotton
against glass
has leaned the sight

does God have a...

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reversing wind 
changing precipitations
asymmetric heating of the
aching wounds.. uplift the colliding
walls of peace.. sediments of ma-
rine planktons.. music of reeds rai-
n on the naked belly of the thirsty earth...

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Be it planktons ye feed on or small fish
Afloat in sea on pair of fins as feet,
Whatso waters may have fancied your wish,
Perhaps it was lake as your safe retreat
From fishermen or anglers indiscreet.
Perchance as Cod, your oil livers did cure,
A gourmet chose you for...

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