Best Stipples Poems
The Trusted ServantAll the leaves turned and waved
Before the darkness turned them grey
And buried 'neath the scarlet sins
Were skies so red the poppy grins
"Heed not your torment" old crows caw
"The carriage ride belongs to all"
As monotone the workmen chant
Sixpence for stipples love's recant
"The day will come" the...
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Categories:
stipples, allegory
Form:
Couplet
Poetic DaydreamsPoetic daydreams
A palette of picturesque love
stipples weary seascapes
in amethyst ribbons
and coral reef whispers
Pink hibiscus reflections
blush upon lip glossed beaches
caressing blue skies' gaze
and flip flop yearnings
Silent quivering horizons
of bougainvillea bloom splashes
drench our hearts,
and we pause silently
While a euphoric sunset paints the
landscape in twilight brushstrokes
inspired by...
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Categories:
stipples, good night,
Form:
Free verse
Pilot's AutobiographyPilot's Autobiography
The world is ruled by those who can fly
More and more people live up the sky.
I appreciate why rooftops are painted-
On the maiden flight I could have fainted!
There's traffic and movement in the air,
You must trust guts to avoid losing hair!
I did my time...
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Categories:
stipples,
Form:
Couplet
Wily Wind WhispererThe unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer,
Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees,
Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky,
Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whistles on by.
The field of grass compliant, bends to lithe gusts sly.
Laughing to tickling tongue...
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Categories:
stipples, peace, wind,
Form:
Sonnet
Fragilesmall and fragile things
youth flying on wings,
small ripples
touching the borders
of our beliefs.
freckled skin,
stipples and bumps,
a high-lighted road
where everything's owed.
memories made
within the refinement
of each retelling.
Each life a fabric
of garments we wear
here and there,
a stain...
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Categories:
stipples, age, growth, judgement, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Nature NotesWinter bones are rattling.
A late autumn wind is burying the fallen.
Frost stipples the light of dawn.
Storm gulls and hawks
have chased the songbirds away.
My black coat flaps
like a broken crow wing.
Halloween is immanent,
it is coming with white-faced
killer clowns.
I have already eaten the KitKats
put aside for the...
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Categories:
stipples, poetry,
Form:
Free verse