Best Poesy Poems

When you are with no companion
and no one can read your very silence

When you are brimmed with joy
and you find no sign of warmth

When your solitude is lonely
and you cease to feel the wonder

When no single wave in the air
and you have a longing to...

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A little light entertainment on another wistful people distancing day...

The Owl and the Puddycat went to sleep
tucked up cosy and warm
Till Little Boy Blue come blasting his horn
causing a raucous storm 
The Cat and the Fiddle
both jumped sky high
Mary and her Little Lamb, startled
began to...

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I Want to Plant a Seed of Poesy 

By Purushottam Dhakal

I want to write a poem
Every time
As people happen to die at road side
For lack of filling the stomach.
People are compelled to live a life
As they cannot buy poisons to drink.
I see them living a...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
   He ascended the steps
   the eyes of the world upon him
   An orator attacking the lectern
   ~ Camelot, out to shatter...

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In the shadows of a
    darkly relinquished night,
 an unrelenting musing beast struck
       presenting a proposition,
         as he pranced about
        ...

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Ivory beacon
Ebony reflections cast
Shades, mixed grey, upward

For the Reflections contest by Raul Moreno...

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What mystery has Poesy?
What purpose has its measured art?
Why ask, “To be or not to be?”—
when tragedy assails the heart?

What destiny has the Poet?
What future wonders wait for him?
How best do his verses show it
when other’s light become more dim?

These hidden lines from cryptic Rime
have...

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If poesy is health, then I should be hale:
     no invalid, but a bard whose high time
nears, whose destiny only God can tell.
     Till then, I faithfully live by every rhyme.
      
If...

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Poesy and song are all about
     rhythm and flow, and tunes and tones; 
how every rise and fall throughout
     make melody within the zones            
and forms...

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Historiography is no job for the coward.
if you are doubtful, locomate to the “cow ward”.
Summon Ibn Bantuta, Jan vansina, Samuel Johnson and Cicero ,
they all know history is made in every scenario.

“What is history” , written and tailored by E.H Carr.
Written tradition will help for...

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For the Poet Laurette contest by Brian Strand(this one was a real challenge)


Poetaster am I, award unworthy,
Gratitude given to the great state
Whose honor did bestow me
Acceptance gladly and thankfully recieved
Hail Georgia!



This is the Vignette form of narrative....

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The Poesy of My Poetry

An enchanted geometric cadence
With an unpretentious pentameter
Causes euphoric confusion
By means of philanthropic lineage

Outside of the way words sound
Beyond phases sans their meanings
From the free flowing vitality
Inside of me
To the cautious intrusiveness
Inside of you.

This is to be experienced
From the dust we clean...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive and furtive and outrageous and oddly touching and haunting and...

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Knowledge in large…I have owned
And hid in my log books of poesy
Untouched and unseen for years.
Where in its discovery I found myself
Yet but to invent myself, I had to undergo
And, there took a diversion,
A Quest…for another form of art
With a longing & high level of...

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Poesy…thou feminine part of me
Which I believe; thou mine secretive soul
The “origin” of very word, being; she
Am I part of you or you my whole? 
The negative impulse is still in force,
The inside, the dark and the ugly part
Are opposites; for me - it’s Thee...the...

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