Best Reliefs Poems

I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.

My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.

Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.

Am I a mockery, a parody 
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?

Or am...

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Now Is The Time To Hunker Down And Write

Now is the time to hunker down and write
heal wounded heart, defeating dark of night
allow ink's flow, imaginative breath,
to stop tragic thinking of loss and death
weave poetic art, feel powerful joy
pray true, against dark's power to destroy.

Now...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this edifying monument
      and verily wonder...

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Gentle disguise and decorated smiles
Living pictures
numerous seeking reliefs

Silhouettes on the hall of fame
Red carpets
Royal blood seal of mystery
Kings and queens congratulation
The new highway
Its written
Alley of pain


Spieling blood on presidential suite
Drawing letters Using Tiberius canvas
Shadows of darken humanity scream in pain
A glass of red wine year...

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You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive, 
But I just need to give you my concise take; 
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make. 

Consecration is for your uncertain realisations, 
That you made from your...

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A silent presence
Gathering shelter
In verses stricken 
Under logged curses
For serenity of moon.

There you fell asleep
Lulled by aftermath
In frozen tears
Shed by the rose
At advent of dawn
Dripping with dews.

What use of inviting fancies
Half buried under the sand
Depicted in pictorial reliefs
Discursive galleries
Of the ancient lands.

To seek consolations
In verbal...

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I find my room doomed with demon's ill-famed gag
As long as I have my lucifer to light my ***
I find my room purged by smokes caused by
The belittled ignition on the cig
that brightens more when I inhale more deeply.
A puff or two reliefs me from...

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Once we created starry nights,
and Mona Lisa with smile slight,
we covered chapels in heavenly scenes,
made David shine in marble sheen.
Now our 'art' make good folks scoff,
smear **** on paper, then sell it off,
mistaken for garbage, devoid of heart;
we need more beauty in our art.

Once our...

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Adhesive seems to screen,
like a cage I found my being,
Imprisoned you!
Either intimidation or empowerment it slain,
Land in towns,...fence all over queen,
with one tree surrounded by forest,
Equiping personality negatively or positively in mess,
Stimulant to nerves,...shadow of tense, 
Controller reasoning with thief of decisiveness,
Troublesetter good works fulfilled,
All...

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Differing of communication of beliefs 
Escaping rage the only thing that reliefs 
Drunk on your self worth and pride
All your flaws and insecurities you hide 
Practicing selfishness and no empathy 
But then you lie only for some sympathy 
Causing fury I feel to build up...

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Hot Child In The Urban Summer Dwelling

A Poem by Debbie_Philly
 
" Poem about the heat in the city ....;) "

Hot Child In the Summer Urban Dwelling
 
 
The city streets are buckling under the  sticky smoldering heat.
Urban life at this moment can be so...

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Admired and honoured a wit and a scholar
What makes success comand mega dollar  
Tea boy to chairman a rise in the main
brought on by the intelect of stamina of brain

Come tell me your secret your inner beliefs
creative deliver reports or reliefs
Your background and parents...

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For J. C. Alldridge

Piccolo and been-throated pibroch
Dilating dimpled hood
Spreading photometric darkroom eyes
Waxing waxing matching
Venomous lip to music's piping lip

O Queen of stung dragon-mouthed Po
Dancing girl of nuanceless ancient reliefs
The apotheosis Brahman curling on the neck
Must you now sink sink
      ...

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This is a collaboration I had been working on with a friend a while back. We might change the title. Her name is Rebecca Larkin. She started the poem with the first line and from there we switched back and forth. Wrote it at the...

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(Idle musings on the facade of Seville Cathedral)

How patiently they suffer, these old saints! 
Their sandstone features, crumbled, vague, 
some noses gone (some medieval ague, 
or Time's cruel drip?) they offer no complaints. 

Stranded seven centuries on this reef, 
they bake, and wait resignedly, begowned,...

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