Best Punctuate Poems

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Write Me
                your ballad of beliefs
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I woke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the aroma of fresh baked Muffins and my Beautiful Lenore in her bright green Teddy. "Nubbies", I...

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This garden city
Concrete skyscrapers loom;
Greenery punctuate


Tree-lined avenues
Bourgainvillea clusters;
Traffic jam companions


Waltzing slowly
Overhead bridge;
Ant-people below


Old neighbourhood
Heartland community;
Ageing populace


Feeble old lady
Speeds on wheels;
Electric commotion


Playground
For small kids and big;
Noisy...

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(Dedication: For Dr Ram Mehta.)


Morning light
Spreads divine psalm --
Touch of zest


By this stone bench
Sleeping cat purrs --
Feline dreamscapes


That old man sits alone
Strange neighbour --
Thoughtful wanderings


Sadness...

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Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She...

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I know you're just a tiny dot,
			but in the world of writing, not		
			a mark more powerful exists.
			When thoughts get jammed up, you insist
			they separate and...

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ice coated fence posts

      punctuate the snowy trail…

          frosty whiffs of...

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Lush vales wedged between rolling foot hills
rugged mountain streams course through ancient vales;
water rapids breach rocks down on the dells,
vagrant pools wander out through worn...

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I write in rhyme, to depict how I feel inside
feelings I'd otherwise conceal in my mind
In this race against time, we all hope that we...

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Proving a point! An exaggerated ending
I see - I am drawing conclusions
An overstatement! Influential indeed
An extravagant means of spreading viewpoint
Ah! I write - I use...

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Today when passing my mirror on by I saw an image that filled me with fright
'Twas mother looking me straight in the eye — wrinkles,...

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Wild rugged den of Hatfield and McCoy,
Entered the Union with birth pangs of war.
Sweet meadows punctuate inked river beds,
Trapped in mountains black wealth of coal.

Volunteers--first...

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-    Punctuate a a sign, which gives the reader time to breathe. . . . . I breathe. . ....

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BLUE-SHAPED hair is styled to rigid perfection by rows of orderly, PINK curlers
BLUE-NOTES from an "Oldies" station linger, a calming WHITE noise to soothe
BLUE-SCENTS of...

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