Best Sculpt Poems

~ for my fellow poets ~


as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt

fine fancies or fears
take...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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Your man 

O' fallen leaf of barren branch
doth charge my heart, my aching heart
with missing you, needing you
On sun dried earth I lay,
grasping at my...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

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Shifting Shadows sculpt ebony edges
Inscribing boundaries of light and dark.
Light contrasts with fragmented flowing forms,
Highlighting converging differences.
Out of chaos structure seemingly takes form,
Utilizing rays of...

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I invite you to go wild;
laugh until your sides near burst.
And play like you were a child,
letting raindrops quench your thirst.

Start a fire with scraps...

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RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Sun,...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or...

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Winds whip flakes into snowy whirls

That fall to sculpt glazed marshmallow swirls.


Sandra M. Haight

~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any Theme Crystalline Form Is Acceptable Old or New
Sponsor:...

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Caught in lust's whirlpool -
pretzel entwined limbs
edge me into your
carnal cavity
whilst you taste thine's flesh.

Nail-induced scars
tattoo my back
as wanton yips
pervade night air.

Erotic
stimuli
mingle and

sculpt our
torso's

whole!...

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At the end of the world great bears sleep under drifts,
Cardinal crowned Cranes sing and dance in joyous union.
Long winters blossomed by colourful spring and...

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A bridge from colloquial to courtly 
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy 
pair
A railway to the existential realm; 
celestial lair 
A conduit through which rational...

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I have dropped my pains on pages of poems,
the ink in my pen treasures my groans,the 
quill is my sword, with edges sharp enough
to sculpt...

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