Best Squarish Poems

dogs eating lions
small fish eating big fish
watermelons grown squarish
bombing tunnels is third world war
blind obedience to next level state
is causing mass civil killings in long...

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His squarish jaw, waggles when he thinks,
holding his fingers entwined at his waist.
He stares past his silvery frame, sinks
into mind, until I break in and...

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I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners 
Tricksters of a memory

It was tender congruency at...

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A splatter of random color,
literally thrown on the canvas,
sold for two million dollars,
has it really come to this?
Somebody would shell out cash
for what is really...

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First letters are undulating, bouncy and loopy
Rest are sort of pretty sloppy and crunched together
With a load of smooth diagonal lines that connect all the...

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FULTON after Hamish, a space poem so 'squarish'
EMILY a paradox , not new ..after Dickinson's no 1732
KUHLMANN seven words of bliss, after Qurinus, sonneted LOVE...

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Doors are closed

Doors are closed, windows are closed,
The vessels know the noise they have
And I enter into the suspection of dreams
That sometimes cover the bouquet...

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Upon this fairly scribal yet oversize, 
Very squarish or rectangular tablet, 
Do I scribble and scrawl these very words, 
And those of the completeness of...

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This pile of pills keeps me afloat,
Washed down with beetroot juice each day
To keep the aches and pains at bay
And ailments more substantial. Who knows
Just...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was...

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Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy...

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I wonder why you stole it – 
As a trade-in for some food?
To pay a debt or maybe just
‘Cause you were in the mood?

Perhaps you...

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LOOKING AT A MAP OF THE PACIFIC



A big blue squarish shape of paper 
But without edges as limits.
Over each swash of this blue bigness
Are names...

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His artistry is unpolluted 
the way he pushes color across his world
is a miracle.
Whorls of potato people dancing  
blots and dashes of undiscovered animals
black...

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