Best Sulfuric Poems

In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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POTD 13 March 2019

Welcome! - We are excited to release our very first Visual Video Poem. 

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The cockroach crawling inside a satin evil darkness
as one clown weeps into silken soft sensual feelings, 
as a blinking starlight beacon awaits a tense message
of...

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Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled...

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Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind

Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every...

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When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, 
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, 
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining...

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Offended is an expensive Vintage
blended 
lacking precision 
I recommend a less sulfuric fermentation


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grapes of wrath
so much to offer
each glass
examine
swirl
smell
breathe and savor 
see legs of the...

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Bring two poems is what he said. 

She chose a Personification, ‘Violin’, (the proud recipient of an International Poetry contest award), and a narrative, ‘The...

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Reading a post by Alfred Vassallo, I have decided to start a discussion on soupers about the ortodoxy of poems. Vassallo complains that the site...

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Three o’clock in the afternoon: 
the sun should have been 
scorching the asphalts 
and the shingles on roofs, but 

spurts of red electric spark
ran across...

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Mystic sounds move slowly against  the face of the cragged purple mountains.  Towers of lost forgotten cities peek seductively through canopies of age...

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"The Monochrome Echo Chamber"




How many Roads
to "IT"
Black 
as Black & White? 
or Unicorns and Rainbows?

Unitarian 1 and only 1 
Trinitarian 3 exist in 1 
An...

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I must give you a very stern warning:
Don’t ever call me at three o’clock in the morning.
You certainly have some unencumbered effrontery.
Why at such an...

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What is phosphorous to me
asked oxygen.
Yes, He fuels light
where we briefly meet,
but light or sulfuric scented dark
are dipolar appositionals to me,
Janus faces of oxygen as...

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