Best Spreading(A) Poems

Royal blue sky scattered sapphire clouds
On horizon embroidered in navy blue attire
Summoned by the onset of marigold sun 
Emitting amber gold on tuscan yellow fire
Where tapestry of fluffy lavender floats
Decorating patterns of designs periwinkle 

Mosaic of colors then spray-paint the water
Spreading a layer of golden...

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Poetry tears ..
Crystalline ants march down my face
Like little soldiers they line up in formation
communicating with their feelers
words drip drip drip onto the page
Leaching out
Spreading a message…
Are you paying attention to what they say
As they splash from the puddles of my mind
They run run run...

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(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like terrorists that we can’t see
accumulate!  What parasites exist
within our very homes!  We can’t be free
of them, and even...

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Shattered heart, quivering lips,
Anguish laden tears,
In sync with dragging feat. 

Embedded footprints of echo and impressions,  
On the drenched empathetic sand.

Sparkling rainbow sailing proudly on the waves,
Roared loudly," No sorrow can be forever grave."

Washed away every bemoan,
Sprinkling beautiful shells and stones.
Spreading a new lease...

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in all it's utter wonderment
i under imaginary pretence
a nocturnal creature stalking images
of the one my readings have made

but prosperity is her blessing
and princess clothings are her dressings
making her far above poor me

my prayer was for conformanity
but so far it was for naught
constant prayers God forgot
yet...

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He grins, dimples forming small lickable pools of attraction, 
spreading through my chest like warm charcoal, smoldering little embers, 
kindled in my heart, spreading a red warm blanket of love 
in winter cold world....

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In poetry world, poets write 
Anytime...morning, day or night 
Telling stories, from their own mind 
Or telling stories...left behind 
Write what you feel, it's quite alright 

Share with others, your hearts delight 
For saddened eyes...make their days bright 
Spreading a smile, is nice and kind...

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RUMORS USUALLY BEGAN BY SOMEONE SO FIXATED ON ANOTHER PERSONS LIFE IT COULD BEGAN ON THE SCHOOL YARD SOMETHING AS SMALL AS BEING JEALOUS THAT YOUR CLASSMATE HAS A SHINING NEW INK PEN WITH A BIG PINK FLOWER ON IT AND JEALOUS AWAKENS STRAIGHT INTO...

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I got up this morning in a good mood 
searching for solitude in the distant skies
And watching the clouds rolling by
I stopped and listened to the sounds around me
While contemplating my sacred destiny
Barking dogs and singing magpies resonate from a distance
And then appeared a strange...

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She drizzles on mounds of brick stones 
Her tresses pouring like silvery mist
Robed in a veil of pewter and crystals,
Fragrant breath spreading a tune
Across the glossed moorland lushly blazed;
Till she refreshes the  prism of grass 
Enchanting the eyes from sterling clouds
While barefoot kids fondle...

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A
                                  heart
          ...

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Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps
clad in ermines and crystal slippers 
spreading a blanket of white on field and hill
come evening she reaches into her box of jewels 
throwing diamonds on virgin snow 
bids the moon cast its glow 
she is...

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I fear you are spreading a dreadful disease
You cough sounds contagious...I shrink when you sneeze!
I have one small issue
Where the HECK is your tissue?
Don't spray your infection on ME (If you please)...

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The story of the thirsty crow,
heard during  school days as we grew...
How best in it its wisdom used,
to quench its thirst that summer day
An efficient use of available resource,
to realise a fruitful purpose..
A display of prowess in its fullest sheen,
a situational managerial skill !

Relating...

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WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

 In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in...

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