Best Storylines Poems

You spoke a new language
  of rarefied air
  guided nonchalantly 
  through curving channels of brass

Conduits of cool
  juries of jazz
  floating past soulful valves 
  harbingers of what will come

Slender fingers
  improvising storylines
  magistrates of melancholy
...

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Tree Stories

She asked me about the trees

and I laughed, remembering the times I saw her eyes sparkle through the leaves on every single occasion of when I told her what I humbly named "tree stories" 
	
She remembered every single story I told

And even after I...

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Don’t send those violent war movies my way
     For on a dusty shelf they are sure to stay

All the bloodshed and gore I do without
     But with personal crises I forever do bout

By pointless horror movies I’m...

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I stitch seams of stories sewn in stains
tracing their timeline in turbulent tones
navigating the news now naked & exposed
on the doorstep of your mysterious mind

entranced engaged and entering earnestly
lead on lacy labyrinth’s of leading lines
absent and abstract artfully you engage
the collective webs of words we...

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sometimes the days are filled with the reverie 
of things that never transpired
if only in the realms of imagination

the scenarios of full life experiences 
reeled off in a neural bank
through the most anfractuous
of storylines

some play out like the sweetest fruit  
while others seem to...

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there for group therapy
to get off of dope
the metaphorical scenarios of this castle
with proloific storylines of how to overcome
differences
obstacles
addiction
torture

New world order **** tag
i wonder who wrote the book of love
humbling scenes of the different characters
to free them of ego trips
predjudice
racism

Never to forget mankind's will to...

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My life is told in lines here
the ones etched upon my face
deep lines drawn in the sand
storylines I wrote past years
the lines rarely going straight
many written over again
fractured pages inked in tears
stories fade without a trace
wiped away by my own hand
a wasted memoir is what...

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Had free verse been particular back then-

when storylines equipped by vivid spells,

ajudged to having made attempt prevails;

my hafting to - was just a case of when.

Acknowledge it a threat to self attain

an attitude towards the free flow stem,

the lunacy was, 'there we go again',

against my...

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There’re so many sad love poems around here.
If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery slope,
let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!:

Don’t court romantic disaster
don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon
Titanic wasn't a rom com

and a sad update:
Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore,
you're lucky...

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Venture to the unknown
Not weary of a future
Accepting past as its been sown
Surrender to each given moment
All footsteps have only known
Living is but not a mistake
Merely lessons life would unfold
But to see beauty in steps untaken
Be like storylines left untold
Adventure in each timeless second
Experience which...

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Unique unto
themselves.
Truths.
All truths.
Amongst 
countless
storylines
spread 
through
space
and time.
All believed,
all known, 
all true.
To them 
all true.
Woven unique.
To no one
but them.
Woven special
focused truth.
Our truths
dissipate 
devolve 
dissolve
into nothing 
everything 
everywhere.
All the high,
 all the mighty 
all their 
truths
meaningless,
everywhere 
worthless
through all
eternity...

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As I search through the centuries
exploring ancient dynasties
This idea is sown in my head
To see the lives they led, instead
of records, names and dates and times
Imagining their storylines
Dreaming of their loves and sorrows 
Picturing long gone tomorrows

8x8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: PS Awtry
Date: 8th November 2018
4th placement

Contest...

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The Bones

I sometimes sit staring
At an empty page with
With angst in the hollows
Of my stomach, frightened
That I won’t be able to
Fill the space with sage
Words and colorful imagery
Afraid the fountain has run dry
And the muse has skipped town
Leaving me mute and empty
The fear lasts a...

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I AM AWAKE, LATE, ON A PARTICULAR NIGHT...AND I FIND MYSELF STROLLING THROUGH FOOTAGE OF 70's SITCOMS...

I WELCOMINGLY COME ACROSS AN ICON!


DEAR MS. ESTER~
YOUR IMPACT, ESSENCE OF YOUR EARTHLY PRESENCE, REMAINS AND PROVES PROMINENT ON THE IMPACT YOU LEFT BEHIND..."A CHILDHOOD HEROINE" DEPICTING A TOWER...

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A STUDY IN VIOLET

This treasure house of objets d’art
Littered with plots and storylines
A room encrusted with jewels of history
Inviolate – and undisturbed.

Over there, a military tunic
Blue – and in such fine condition.
Pale lapels perhaps too remote or innocent
Of its vile ‘let them have it’ past.

Here,...

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