Best Sense Poems

In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic soul

Where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drip upon...

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soul's speech is your flower garden - let it flourish with fragrant beauty...

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Now I’m thinking, while sitting on a chair,
There is something that I would like to share
I fear my mind is dense
Can’t make out common sense
How come they call it common if it’s rare?

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Quote: “Common sense is very uncommon” 
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To hear me would sound like a symphony of octaves –
played all at once with concrete fingers
on diamond in the rough strings.

To see me…O’, to see me you would have to turn,
ever so slightly sideways, to ensure proper exposure –
one would not wish to either...

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In this wondrous world, we are bound
to the silent realms of our poetic souls

where white doves flutter and sighing words whisper
as dreams are dreamt with a heart's fervor
of unyielding desire which brightly burns
through the words of poetry
that capture the world's glorious glimmers
which slowly drips upon...

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Sprouting, stunning birth
Fragrant... sunkissed flowering
Awakening lush










28.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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5-7-5 - www.howmanysyllables.com...

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A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.

Hell.  It was just a joke.

One evening, she asked, “Will you love...

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He was debonair, full of flare
charm exuded here and there
but she was so unaware
and she let her heart to dare
poured out love and all her care
But he another love did share

There he stood, there he bled
he knew that she longed to wed
all this filled his...

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The kids at play appear distracted,
Remote control is used to aim
As they engage in stellar warfare
They’re concentrating on their game.

My wife and I talk in a whisper
There’s adult business to discuss
Not meant for ears of little children;
We raise no voices, make no fuss.

Out of the...

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That Bench

He goes there every day; to that bench in the shade;
Where his shoes have formed small clearings in the gravel;
where his wool sport coat has rubbed smooth the paint.

He goes there every day, to that bench in the shade
where the squirrels eat straight from...

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When I was a young child I studied ants 
I loved their formation on ground and plants.
Like tiny soldiers lined, disciplined well,
They worked hard all day, from what I could tell.

Their strength was awesome, things they could carry,
Never wasting time, all day they'd tarry.
One time...

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I feel empty inside;
robbed of its passion, my spirit has died.
It was a deftly theft,
no trace of trust was left;
so I'm feeling bereft,
and can't shake that feeling; God knows I've tried.

A shadow in the dark;
my soul has lost its spontaneous spark.
Poor invisible me,
no one can...

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In every sense I smell his love 
When the pure-scented moonlight bathes my window
Reflecting its tresses inside and the night-breeze
Spills a bouquet exploding of wonderful colors
Of evocations to mind which stroke perfumed
Warm touch on my glowing skin courted
By lavender whispers of memory… hmm…there
In every sense...

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Viciously, infernally incredibly hot, is its dominance
Excitedly referred to as ‘Women come from Venus”,
Naturally, Roman Goddess of beauty and love, ingenious,
Unsure of falling in love with Venus, no water I fear,
Seduced by folklore, don’t become a foolish Pioneer!

Contest Info : "planet"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Dated 28th May...

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The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained
As years turn and decay begins to show
Time is met in memories self-contained
Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window
A child on a cloud of imagination
Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create
A young man wearing shoes of freedom found
Chasing after...

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