Best Rimless Poems

WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON  THE PAGE

  
 
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.

Didn’t  the Casanova at the theatre
Return  my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys! 
 
 Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
 Ready for the salad?

Midriffs declining, disappearing...

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as daylight flows on  floors of  meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of  sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just...

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As I remember Grandpa's face
the thing that comes first to my mind
his rimless specs with thick lenses
it was a unique thing of its kind.

The thing that comes first to my mind
his hanging specs at tip of his nose
it was a unique thing of its kind
at...

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Broremann’s war
 
Spring, 1945, German troops in his town were walking about not
carrying arms, they spoke to the locals in a friendly manner.
Looking back it was peace before the peace. Near Broremann's home
there was a tall house occupied by old non- commissioned officers,
middle-aged men in...

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14 degrees below zero in our backyard
The black midnight air is paralyzed like glass
Laid flat on a metal slab
Still for its hammer autopsy.

My son and I stand side by side
Shivering from the cold blows
Amidst the barren Oaks
Staring up from here, a rocky surface,
To there, the...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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THE   DESTINY.


This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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on hyaloid shade phylum
of zaffre azure
swish
soulful scrutinize
apodictic vinculum
magniloquent 

wandering of wispy whooshes
wrapping wisps of weird warbles
shrivel olive trees
overflow no omen
drenched in sweat
summoned by chimera
once called passion
title assertion? 

baud pace of rimless dreams
blurred bark
bare branches
fruitless leaves
unfetter'd
sky loose

mythic gem idol
purine as Myrsine
space rock fit
moon zappily
uncanny 

azure drilled...

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I'm not my hair, neither am i my skin. 
Although the light of my shade throws different shadows on the wall but no,  Hey! I'm not what the mirror says I'm even rimless glass.
I lost my colour long long time ago, when the beast...

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Lotus
rising out of murky waters
illuminated by the rays of sun that fall upon the flower
in glorious pastel tints

I am reminded of the simplicity of beauty
the kind that takes my breath away
and leaves me
with a reverent soul that aspires to transmutation of banal existence

Lotus
at home in...

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In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.

The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds
everyday.

They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.

A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring ?
The innocence, the guilt,...

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A view from the cause, 
alters the landscape in you
I surrender to the earth,
the roots. Purifying the leaves. 
I tell myself, this was not me, 
my music. Still my skin
has the tattoos of pandemic deafness. 
I am breathing through the lips.

My attachment to death
is a...

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Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile.
Just lonely, I went for the...

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Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtleties,
I wanted freedom from you,
For removing stings from the flesh.

Anxiety was the darkest color
of floating buds on lake.
Sitting on the edge of panic,
I started counting the waves.

Mixed emotions always subtract a smile
Just lonely, I went for the...

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