Best Seclusion Poems

In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled heart, 
and a murder of 
   crows can be heard~
cawing amidst flamingo fogs 
   carrying ...

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JOURNAL VI – Tangled
In Seclusion

Looking through
various American Art
Reviews
I find I’m drawn to
the country rustic
scene –
A stream, or lake,
uncluttered
A thatched hut or
neat, plain farm
house (oh not
      too neat – a
place to luxuriate
in undisturbed
      comfort) 
A small...

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It's the saddest times I seclude myself
I don't want others to see me cry
The hardest times are the loneliest ones
It takes longer for them to pass by
and harder each day to hide it
But I know others won't feel the same
People don't carry the same feelings...

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strange
forest
mysteries
holds, gnarled bent  trees
with dense thorny leaves and fresh water spring
diffusing sunlight into greenish glow
laced with shadows
coiled  ivy
writhe the
path
An
ardent
old wiry
witch on a stump
caretaker of the enchanted forest

7/4/2016

Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4,...

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Crazy how your number use to be number one on my dial-log to now not being even in appearance at all. 
Scrolling down our inundated text messages on my phone, tagged with dates in the past. I realized it is now thoughts redirected, attention drifted,...

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seclusion of mind  
  once a thought wonders freely  
  immobilized state...

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SECLUSION
observed
patterns
 transcribed
in
creativeness
&the
reception
 in paradoxes
o
literal
originality

quality
fragmented
with
mandatory
fidelity
inwith
the
existence
to
preserve
a
 willingness
 undertaken
in
textual
      alternate
deviation...

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The summer men are standing, alone upon a wretched stone,
Contorted, bent and torn. Dressed in paper-like ragged clothing,
The ashes of the universe, they are brother less bone,
Forming declarations from hearts made barren by their loathing.

The winter women, busy themselves by making baby sounds,
Weakened, sad and...

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This unhappy man in the midst of overflowing opulence living 
like a discolored precious stone in a box of rare jewels was always 
sad and lonely like a dry wood in a lush green forest, woke up 
one morning, more dejected than the morning before,...

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When entire world walks toward sunlight
I decide to stay in moonlight
When whole world cackles
I prefer to keep quiet
They all are doing similar deeds
They all are enjoying the way they proceed 
I decided not to do what they do
And let my thoughts to get brew
For there...

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The air is smoother out amongst the trees
and quickly one can lose the scent of fuel,
arrogance and complicated life; the
rustling leaves as wind so softly swept on 
the hills, and hosts of animals and seas 
can fill the most exhausted ears of mine.

As slow as...

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The bouncing little laugh-beams of your eyes
Quake through your arms and hands
And shake out from your lips right into mine.

Our kissing and caressing, it is one---
With nothing else we know of; it is rare
As---there is nothing else so rare.

Priceless diamonds, blazing city lights,
How common all...

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Water always flows downhill
just as the sun has always risen 
in the east only to set in the west
Hearts cry out loud only to be 
answered by an echo.

A lady sits alone secluded in her
room tormented by the heartbreaks 
of her past in secret she...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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Life's circumstantces can overwhelm,
make me forget who I am or where I stand.
At these times, quiet calls me as shelter,
its silence a compelling, healing nectar,
and I disappear from even all I favor.

In a life rush of too much, I often withdraw
from all possible joys as...

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