Best Straight Line Poems

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while...

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Before I scarred the page
Raging what your letters cannot invent
Let me invite you to other books
I wrote before you owed me wage
For all maladjustment and...

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A Tree

I’m a tree lining a country road
Along with hundreds of other
Trees in the direction of a verdant
Forest—full of scenic wonder and 
Teaming with life.

All...

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I dreamt last night of you and me,
your lips so soft I kissed
We floated on a silken cloud,
drew rainbows on the mist

Then counted daisies in...

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I had a dream that I was dancing on the waves in the ocean.
I was wearing a gilded dress from Neptune's treasure chest.
I danced, I...

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As the sunset of life beckons me
in marmalade farewells, orange sherbet adieus,
I stroll in uneven footsteps,
not sure of the bridges I crossed
or those burned in...

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She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual...

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Sliding 
         down  
            ...

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ANTS ON A HILL

A little way of tiny life,
insects which are not easy to sight.
Follow me, I'll follow you.
Easy to spot in daylight
Sticking together without...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans...

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“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your...

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a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.

within the silence of...

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It wasn't his first choice
To put all his stuff 
In the shopping cart
he found 
behind the Walmart 
He didn't even care 
about the wonky wheel
Somehow...

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Unlike the number one which stands as one straight line,
the number I am thinking of supports three other lines on top of it,
and these three...

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