Best Seldom Poems

The subtle scent of lilacs rides the breeze.
Cascading flowers brighten in sun’s sheen.
On crisp cool nights there rarely is a freeze.
And autumn leaves seem always to be green.

As moonlight changes daylight’s atmosphere,
Big cats and fox roam through the forest fair.
The starlight sparkles bright when nights...

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For their personal witty fun
I’d been traumatized by my son(s).
Years and years they've said to me,
Let your other boys go free.

At my age I could see no point,
swinging with breezes below a joint.
Then the appendectomy came and went,
 “Tighty Whiteys” made their last dent.

Stitches and...

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A seldom desired spice

Upon a dusty, remote shelf, lies in wait a spice
to season the meals of your days, your nights
It seems deprivation is the preferred taste
your palate lives its hours, while this spice
hovers over its dreams and your time – lost !

Spice is the...

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nothing like a good cry
you know you got it right
the ammonia filling your nose
you know you got it might
no wimps no tears just a total deluge
a cleanse of heart to meet no harm...

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This is the best of all possible worlds so the sages say but I read the papers and watch t.v. everyday and things are seldom what they seem.
Those who pen and talk all day expound what we should think,feel and say. Shall we cower before...

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We often accuse you, oh life,

                             For being a heartless and vicious reality
    ...

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Why I Seldom Eat at Chick fil A

By Elton Camp

They once had relatively good stuff
Lately, their chicken’s rubbery & tough

Food that is fried is, for health, not best
Filled with sodium as many of the rest

The service is often tending to slow
So it’s not my favorite...

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Cry of the night is seldom heard
When ailing heart's silent tears fall,
Muffling sound of voices unheard
Trapping her behind callous wall.

When choice is stark, facing soul dark
Cry of the night is seldom heard
As dreams deferred squander the mark
And bawl of love remains interred.

Enduring pain, feelings are...

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Seldom

Seldom,
So seldom does this word prevail;
How shall it seek you too?
Seldom is a spark renewed,
Ephemeral and divine it appears;
Its light seems certain to no purpose;
Like sparklers in the brain,
They thrive in numbers but exist
No longer than thought sublime;
Seldom do they stay,
They only drift and shine...

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The Seldom way we walk
 
We walk upon a fine line of care 
Of put myself out there and clinging to my share
, of like me like you, and love all living things
because they have feelings too
True?
That women hold us gently from the depths of...

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The silence of the cynical still
Could certainly cut through the strangest steel,
The raging echo of the crying fear
Sinfully freezes up my tranquil fiery thrill.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012....

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Sir God,
It's me again,
You already know what I want to say,
But allow me put it this way,
Our genesis is different,
But the destiny is the same.

We all must rest,
We'll die and go to unknown land,
A place only known to the departed,
Not even the worldly majesties,
Will escape...

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Amongst the mist were trees 
rot, a lovely flower grew. 
Dark skies found its moss, 
were sun shine seldom knew. 
Beauty waded through the bog 
and found a wretched creature 
there. 
A cursed tormented soul , her 
sight could hardly bare 

Nothing more than April...

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Seldom does the soul pause
knowing it may
through stillness dissolve
yet I am drawn
as Summer’s clarity cools
through brown
to succumb
inspired by the forest’s celebration of decay
to rest within the flame
beside the oak and maple
where there is no beauty
only color’s discreet
conspiracy with delight...

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Let me publish a book, I thought,
And soon His divine blessings sought. 

Bless me God that it’s received well,
And in markets makes a marked spell. 

Forget it, my innocent child,
He said, desist from dreaming wild.

If put on poetry sites’ stead,
Be content if some do get...

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