Best Romanticised Poems

As the glistening jewels 
         of snow cascade like 
ballerinas pirouetting 
      to the crescendo of time, 
choreographed from porcelain 
      keys of your h e a...

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" Tortured metaphors
                           spilling from tequila lips,
            ...

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Broken Back

They use words like
Cold
And 
Crossing
Sighs
To describe something romanticised
 
Obscured verbs
In which to hide
To hide
Romanticised
The suffering
Without a name

It asks you not to worry
A vacant voice
Verbalised
Tears
She cried
Lies

Nomenclature of disheartening
Hope
Borrowed between shadows
Between hearts
Flowers
And chocolates

At peace
At last
Unburdened
Released
Love
Child

Romanticised
To a field of waving poppies
Gently shook the rifles
And slow blood let
Picturesque

And...

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I'm determined to be heard
Through the walls 
Beyond all That 
Deafening windfall

My voice never deterred
Tasking freedom 
dispensing wisdom 
Offering up hope

I am the force, overheard  
A solid speaker for the mute
Constant presence for the Word

I shall reverberate the hurt
You will feel the guilt 
In your...

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~Gypsies Tramps and Thieves~
Gypsies what do we think, the word is coupled with hate
But were the original gypsies - aware of their fate
The Egyptian forebears were exiled from their home
Supposedly for hiding Jesus so too other continents they did roam
The Romaine Egyptians, were then exiled...

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Auto-annihilation is stupid, 
It breaks hearts, 
And ruins lives,
I hate that I was ever self-destructive, 
I rue the day I became entranced 
By its shadowy charisma.

Ethanol is a thief of youth:
Poor Jo-Jo was right 
To warn her cherished daughter
Of its insidious malignancy.
I was one of...

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Changing World  
The island it too low and the ocean is 
a stalking monster,
washes the village road at high tide.
Coffins come up from damp ground 
set sail at sunrise, only stone crosses 
remain like ship-less anchors and
 names are slowly washed away.
It is hard...

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"Arma virumque cano"

No more the Viking sagas
Singed by the dragon’s breath
No more the valiant charges
Into the Valley of Death.
No more the knights of chivalry
Bewitched by a maiden’s pallor.
No more the sword-drawn cavalry
Galloping with dash and valour.

Who now hears Roland’s mighty blast
As loyally he stayed
To fight...

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CONSIDERATIONS
unconscious
  reverence
  profoundly
different
sit
tendency
 hope
is the spring
exquisite
& mysterious

the forgotten
 fact
 supposed
enough
 by these
existential moments
 became more
abstracted
prefiguring
  diversion
or expectations

 purely derivative
of  condescension
deepened
with every
passing
 illustration
precipitated
in
bright colours
& pattern
 of
inventive genius
 in
 plain sight
ignored by
generations
of
reminiscence
  romanticised

authentic
proof of
supposition
 that reveals
 more about
the fantastically
once
suppressed

 a proliferations
suppressed
of
 fiction
active assertive
&
&overdone...

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The photos we keep 
By Michelle Morris
29/11/2020

The photos we keep hold so many memories of the past and we relive those moments each and every time we see them again...

Sometimes we have to let them go and gracefully accept that our version of those memories...

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Another year has come and gone.
There's so much that has gone on!

Life has thrown you quite a trial
Yet you face it with a smile.

Marriage can be overly romanticised
Or sadly can be criticised.

But what is seen in the love you share
Is real, is strong, is true,...

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In my memory,
The smell of books and chalk and chewy
Are the history lessons I loved,
With their tales of guns and kings and kismet,
And the life and times of the planet
Stretched out in a line just below the ceiling,

I fell in love with that portrait
Of Charles...

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If you were a poet 
how would you write about me?
Would you flaunt my insecurities 
or bury them deep? 
Would you showcase my demons 
or smother them in a blanket of equivocation? 

If you were a poet
How would you convey my sorrow?
Would you weave an...

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SPECULATION
preferences
in
lumiscent nuances
with
tender clarity with
of a visionary
sense of the surreal

immobile
contrasting
 dimensional
apathy
an
effect well versed
&surrounded
by
elements of vitality
empirical
 interpretations
with
findings  silhouetted
in the
 spontaneous
&emphatic
so mysterious
 romanticised
&fictitious...

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