Best Sparkless Poems

from the forest, deep, she came
      like a jaguar, quietly prowling
         drawn there by my late-day flame
   typhoon in the distance howling

black hair with a coal-blue sheen
   ...

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There comes a time,
in the early, but
not so early, morn

when, and this is key,
if a portion of an instant
rationed a morsel of a moment -
but a crumb of that fell free
and it cast a deep shadow
whose depths made mockeries 
of spelunk;

which you may remember 
you'd...

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^she_

^she_  had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes,
i was a sparkless firecracker 
and spoke English like i hated it.

not the least bit compatible
in any department 
at any hour on any menu
she wouldn't even drink the water.

I would slip through the...

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Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept...

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You can never be free of old love
it'll always be caged in your heart and head
At any time the ghost of old love can hijack your brain
turn it into a forest of monkeys 
shaking the branches of your memory
tossing fruit of the past(rotten and sweet)
pelting...

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The inner sphere of echoed thought beholds
    The urn of changing vapor from the height
    Of lost remembrance. Darkly, mist unfolds
    A weight of madding blindness with such might
    That all within the...

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Raindrops on the rosebud,
And battlefields of blood,
And earth and sky in darkness,
And house and hill sparkless.

And shadow in the meadow,
And violets down below;
And birds sing to wood and dale
Of a recurring love tale!

The world yet is sleeping, 
The ivy yet is creeping;
Soon awake dreaming land,
For...

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I shouted out within my head,
Angry at the words and comments meant-
To do a task and get it done
I shall not do it! I want to run…
Alas, the adult me just standing there,
Not speaking up just raising my hair.
This hopeless grown-up with sparkless flares,
Who lost...

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Should he justify himself
for his revengefulness, 
which was the outcome
of a well-delivered response?
How bitter is the farewell to youth...
when one is close to scary death!
He wished that the portrait
on the wooden shelf
remained sparkless...
dusted by caring hands!

He wanted to be invincible,
although he seemed feeble;
the pedophile threatened...

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