Best Spiky Poems

The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the...

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As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their...

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Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
   ...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying ...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the...

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Silver haired, the year
rests in the field.
Crows gather
on the sycamore bones.
The day is like glass.
Winter lurks
in the shadows.

In brittle glades,
papery pods protect
the last seeds.
Spiky coneflowers...

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Going through some old things that just had to go,
I came upon something that nearly got tossed.
Memories came to me from long ago. . ....

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Today I present an old poem, written at least a decade before "Doubts". What this poem lacks in poetic format, and style, it reaps in...

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When we are walking…
and we’re stepping on a spiky ground,
Walk lightly without looking down or turning around;
Ahead of us always awaits the finest sand 
where...

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I potted up a plant, with love, for you;
Although I fear it could turn out a weed:
I’ll have to stick a flower on with glue...

It...

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The iguana is certainly a popular lizard
To figure out why doesn't take a wizard

With that spiky mane curving down its back
It looks like a stegosaurus...

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The Rose is the ultimate floral Queen!
A radiant beauty. Colourful blooms.
A feature of any idyllic scene.
Some live in gardens, others brighten rooms.

Delicate. Precious to the...

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All the little pieces
Shards of broken flutes and ripped flowers
Of handcuffed hours
Of burning showers
That had gnawed at the soul
Hammering and thrashing the whole
Into pieces of...

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How Are You Feeling? I

I feel yellow to-day.
I feel as playful as a child’s “Do you like butter?”
	amid a field of yellow, waving buttercups.
I feel...

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In the winter morning
Diamond fogs play on spiky grasses.
The rising sun is my friend then.

Not pigeons but crows flying on this town
In winter, the feathers...

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