Best Straggle Poems

Once again befalls the night,
The birth of dark; the death of light.
The shroud that veils the light of day,
Of silk and lace does lightly lay.
And so the mourners straggle on
Each waiting for a coming dawn;
Yet this is not a common night--
T is the birth of...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days come and go, but yesterdays
are no longer my foundation. 
The...

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Heavily laden boats, rectangular sails billowing 
    Under seas of low cloud, braving the fierce Yangtze;                          ...

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I buzzed around
Amid our clan’s beesound.
My swarm buzzed in cloud
In beespeak spoke aloud.

But the babble of the bees
Suddenly did cease,
For one with gut swollen,
Legs burdened by pollen,
Dropped out of the swarm
And sounded an alarm.

We came to a rest,
Behaved at our best,
To ken what he’d ...

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If you may die old or young, 
With all yearning and desire, 
Knowing this song not yet sung, 
With aspiring air through cold lung, 

Thine books and wallet on shelf, 
Straggle attires and overcoat, 
And money in thy account, 
Futile towards thy own self, 

Sidekick...

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I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong...

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Dawn awakens, lets yawn red searing sigh,
summer steams sweltering sweating sunlight.
Street's hot bed of coals smolders in July,
temperatures torch with tropical smite.

Haze humid stir-frying Bronx crispy craze,
housing is tinder, youth straggle sapped streets.
Rainstorm naught, nothing to break basting braise,
community chafing white wicked heat.

Day, baked yellow...

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Part 1
The straggle into the board room, as usual was a bore
Idly quoting poets long dead, only this and nothing more
Howled when we learned TGIF fridays were forever gones
Terrible gnashing of teeth, moaning as we fanned bygones
Shouts of poets rebelling, tweeting, only this for evermore

Part...

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When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.

No tryouts or permission slips.
No uniforms or coaching tips.
No judges, umpires, referees,
Or grownups whom we had to please.

Whoever came could join right in.
We'd choose the...

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Tongue twister line: 
From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders,  they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters. 

1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly,  and restive, he rushed to the nearby rural rill to reinvigorate himself. Then whoever...

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I die to count you when you smile 
  I die to see you when you smile
  I act stupid things in search to count 
  I think me fool when i search 
  I think How to count 
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There is often a moment
after a good class,
when because of the beauty of things said, 
and comments made,
you know some chords, 
were struck.

And some students linger, 
feeling the echo
and reverbs of those chords, 
and more comments are made
in hopes of reviving the moment. 
Eventually all...

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A straggle of figures litters the path
Stumbling, windblown, straying apart,
A ragged assembly against graphite clouds, 
Inky - black smudges blurred by the rain

Flapping  dark shadows, crows circle above them. 
Struggling, the figures cluster together
Wearily shuffling, standing then slumping. 
Rag dolls with stuffing steadily leaking.

Far...

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Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling...

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An Elusive Star

In the vast silvery world he walked
  Between dancing white elves of snow,
    Singing to him in soft suppressed sounds:
      "Come to us, stay with us"
    Sirens in white, shivering entities,
...

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