Best Rosiness Poems

Late mid-life street woman she is...
I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still shaped like a Boticelli urn, wrapped
in arms diaphanous  in flesh and heat,
fanned banana leaves swaying to 
latin notes while cooking fried bamboo
shoots,...

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Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't belong,
This planet just crushing you,
Into its own shape.
Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't fit in this world,
Society overwhelming your senses.
Like somewhere else,
Far out there, 
Beyond the clouds,
And the sky,
Beyond the brightly lit moon,
And the glimmering star-lights,
Something, something...

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Dear penguin bearers, 

Your fears are my letters. 
Your attacks are my words. 
Your choking is my ink. 
Your voice is my language. 
Your trembling is the content of my story. 
Your agony is the magnitude of my magnum opus.  
 
I read your...

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Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
     Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend.
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Mid-life street woman from red town
she was...I grew up with her under 
mango trees now softly drooping
their shoulders much like hers.. but she,
still contoured  like a Paul Gauguin urn, is wrapped
in arms lovely in flesh and heat: fanned banana
leaves swaying to samba notes while...

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Down the foggy street
your lonely figure did laik,*
no words no smile
just waiting for your mate,
knowing I,  a wandering soul.
Like the wind!
I’d come and go, summer madness
winter’s snow, recharged urchin
forever all aglow.  Yet!
next to the corner shop
your place, we all perceived
your fortress, a sanctuary...

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Inside worn and weathered walls,
Nobles and commoners
Gather and share 
In the field of rosiness.
Together, they are
Composed, well organized.
Each one partaking in blind optimism.
Knowing truly, that
The odds prevail.

Uneasy
My eyes penetrate
The bleached and waxen folds
Of my buttoned-up, grown-up gown.
Cascading, suffocating
The pale, coarse mesh
Chafes and bites my skin.
Two...

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distant hill
a river carrying
the spring
 
waters of spring
father backstrokes
into healthiness
 
spring drizzle
the bipinnate leaves
fold into shyness
 
spring day
spots of rosiness
in the bud
 
spring morning
a rose wallah 
dresses a boquet...

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In essence and of the essence,
Immanent and fundamental unit of my life,
A substance of every gene inherent,
Is quintessence of your love .

A prismatic flower that blossoms in my heart,
Blush on face, rosiness, vigor and enthusiasm,
How can I evade its eternal cologne,
Is essence of your love.

A...

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There you dear my gentle 
Petal particular poetic rose of
My love. My subtle sultry noticeably 
Rose! aaah WHERE IS my most
Lovely pleasant bouquet of dismay?
Masterfully disturbing beauty of
Pure impartial love of my heart is
To much! This rose HERE? my love
Hear my care there my love...

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All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom...

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The evening clear, but moonless, with watchful eyes
Appear impenetrable through the city
Drawing attention to street lights rosiness
                           night out...

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Swaddled 
in an Afghan 
woven by my step grandmother's 
thin spindly fingers, 
I am 
warmer than the womb 
then the 
pale yellow grey 
wall paper 
that 
seems to surround 
and wobble 
like the water globe 
on my dresser. 

Above, 
I see 
my mothers face, 
round,...

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Through somber days with sleepless night,
Through howling winds with blistering bite


     I saw the weary man wandering by,
                a smile upon his face
 

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I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary partner I danced and waltzed some more.
I was light on...

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