Best Shortened Poems

November falls
In languid swirls
Of lacy sorrowful leaves
Waning circles
Of shortened light
How bold the cold becomes
Clearing the weighty clouds
From the pristine ebony ice
Of the heavens
Their astral beauty
Reflecting...

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Ascending above sanctum of horizon, a dawn inflames the effulgent rays,
Enlightening daybreak as embers of light set the scarlet morning ablaze
Projecting golden beams on hushed...

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My evening sky glints motifs gold
In orange vibes turned ruby bold
Glowing remnants of shining snow
Where pewter winds merrily blow
Swirling imprints of amber glaze
Bending hues of...

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Twilight crimson in motifs gold
Paints eve’s horizon ruby bold
Where autumnal dreams unfold

As saffron vistas waltz to please
Amethyst winds quiver in breeze
Falling leaves of gamboge trees

Stars...

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of...

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November, as the poets say -
autumn's demise, winter's gateway.
Its shortened days and longer nights
descending, death is in her sights:
leaves fall, as is their yearly fate,
while...

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My favorite word. . . now what could that be?
To choose it, I have to think so carefully.
If I choose by its meaning, I simply...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost...

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Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of...

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I am Nan, no relation of Jan
Just an admirer and a fan
Her poems are well read
Mine are masterpieces (only in my head)
So you see I...

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Come With Me
(shortened version )

Come with me,
 hear the wind, feel the wind,
catch the wind that binds us all;
come with me, I’m calling you across...

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Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns?
Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown? 
Removed atop her head and...

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Horizon imprints blazing joy, where autumn blushes amber sky
Glistening meadows of gilded season, adorning tinted russet dye
As amethyst winds of eventide flutter leaves on crimson...

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Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169


Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless...

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This is Mine, All Mine                    ...

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