Best Sloped Poems

On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you...

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In draining sand I trace the line
the tide has made in bubbles, fine,

where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam,
halt the ocean’s wide roiling roam.

Pale seashells shimmer...

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The Footpath
 
     To walk the old footpath with steady tread
     Where mists and steep sloped hills...

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Was built a wall of loneliness
The blocks were made of hopelessness
No door, no gate, no openings
A moat within the inner ring
The sides sloped down to...

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He remembers when his many bolts
weren't ringed in rust,
and his seams weren't blackened
with years of grime and dust.

The post upon which he sat
was gray and...

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13.
Together we are until sunrise, 
as the sun rises you and I must part. 
When we must part it is not a surprise, 
you must...

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Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland, 
watching the leaves succumb, leaving...

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on the edge
of sloped hills
i stand alone
limbs outreached
longing for warmth
as i shiver
within this cold
december breath

i am bare
colorless
and numb
snapping within
from the weight
that hangs
like icicles
from branches
of soulless...

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Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to...

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Unique: I need someone to hold me and tell
me it's alright.
I need someone to hold my hands and feel
my pain.
I need someone to kiss away...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the...

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The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of...

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I BLEND A TALE FROM HUES

Hue of cobalt blue reigns quiet the sky,
The shining light from the sun
witnesses blend of stories,

sloped half in the solid...

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Hawk eyes
have never been so starved
heads hung binoculars slung
on sloped defeated shoulders
 
They file out of the woods and marsh
in silence like a funeral march
shuffling...

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It was an early fall day, some decades ago, 
When three of my boys were still young.
Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair,
An event...

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