Best Stagnant Poems

Silhouetted Stagnant Shadows


Stagnant shadows of night sequestered slaves in sight
Faces fading in fright as the fear feeds the lethargic light
Silhouettes of love in plight demons dancing in delight
As darkness devours the white, images surreal will smite

Within negative reflections of my loves dire defections
Outlines of lost...

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Staged or Stagnant

The gathering of people, 
from here and there, 
and everywhere, 
made possible 
by time. 

What is important to each person, 
yet more important to another, 
then the one that is waiting 
to hear? 

Silence is not possible, 
the sound of breathing alone... 
a...

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Joel once made a New Year’s Resolution
To put an end to procrastination
But half way through the year
He found himself waiting there
Lost in his stagnant condition
~*~...

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Shards of listening sunflowers, she's trapped in the gardens reflection,
contaminated shattered seedlings was not the topiary's intention,
inside the stamen, her severed particles, causing an afflicted defection,
scraps of glass and plastic lies beneath the roots, depleting the petals complexion,
the world divides into pieces from this stagnant...

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stagnant I lay…
zealously yearning 
yet reluctant to play...

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Ever so peaceful you appear,
Disguising your eternal suffrage.
Silent is your noted fear;
For to humans, you take umbrage.

Yet you try to smile, 
As the crimson stains your body.
You chant “Peace!” in denial,
To your own folly.

Bear witness to carnage;
Bear witness to despair.
For you are the stage,
In which...

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Surrounded by wheat 
maybe shadowed by pines. 
Silence is your lonesome ties. 

All alone on top of that hill 
your wood board a crutch 
drawing black birds craving your perch. 

Harassed by scorched sun in summer 
freezer burnt by the bitter wind 
known as winter's...

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Ripples in stagnant pond
as circles of light 
is absorbed by fern and frond
and as wave-lets are put to flight.

Ripples in stagnant pond
no escaping the boundaries set
as radiance reflects upon
where creation entrapment walls are met.

Ripples in stagnant pond
as thoughts enmeshed
 and extending beyond
to it's outer wall...

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Blue above and 

Blue below,
 
Clumps of clouds,

Falling slow.


Airplanes surge but do not move.

The elephant passes in the room.


I try to sleep, 

to turn away,

Turning pages

yet the story stays


Stagnant.


I look everywhere except at you.

I see nothing, except for you....

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I think I’ll sit and wait for it to rain.
I doubt much will come of it.
A few dark clouds, some thunder maybe?
A lake cares little, about a few drops.
The gods care little for the insignificant.
Yet we foolishly think lives matter.
Who needs water, when clouds cry?
An...

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In retrospect I tried to lie,
To hide the thing that lives inside.
I hoped in fact that it had died,
I see now I was wrong.
 
I slipped and dipped and ducked and dove.
I slept in every crevice cove.
Just like spider webs are wove.
I journeyed ten yrs...

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My mind is telling my feet
To take the first steps to change 
but with every step I take 
My heart lag behind
refusing to move
with silhouettes of you 
Replaying in my head
my heart beats faster 
yet stagnant...

Embracing everything that's you
from your smell, to your touch
your laughter...

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destroying nature
haiku maritime limbo~
environment change...

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I feel yet I don't feel
I crave  but I don't crave
I desire yet I don't desire
I know but I don't know
I am getting ready to start the show
But there are too many blood suckers
running around watching my door
I didn't sleep all night I had...

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Some days, I am a dreamer of the future.
I tend to imagine myself treading paths
I've always dreamed of taking.
At night, before I sleep I try to
Envision myself in a court defending
A client with all my might and knowledge


Mondays, I am an attorney.
Tuesdays, I step on...

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