Best Superseding Poems

Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun,
And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun.

Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled,
Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world.
First...

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Wonder Clouds

Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, in my thoughts.
What lies above those clouds up high?
Beyond the bleached, yellow sometimes blue sky.
Some say that clouds are but a mere cloud of vapour,
But is that true?
Sometimes I wonder,
And then I wander, what is above those clouds?

Maybe...

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YOU   ARE   THE ENEMY   OF   MY   PAIN

 SOMEONE   WHO   IS   A   TRUE GOD   SEND

EVEN   THOUGH   YOU   LIVE  ...

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My poems are weak and the verse is lacking
And At this moment you're attacking
Correcting and dissecting
And inspecting it for flaws

You're reading it and bleeding it
And plotting superseding it
Of this I'm sure you're capable
And I salute you all

While sitting here and writing this
It brought me tender...

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We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.

Neither the earth glistened 
In the ray of good time, 
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.

Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord, 
Kneeling bowing bending, 
Instead of superseding sword.

Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are...

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I know that I have called this a sonnet, and I recognise that it falls short of such an esteemed form, but it is my first attempt, please forgive me.

in SUPPORT of GOOGLE'S SELF DRIVE CAR

a black tarmac warrior 
a technology killing humanity worrier 
plotting...

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"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"

I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds 
hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks
like sticky marshmallow fingertips...

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Dawn pierces the dark at first light
as flocks of mourning doves take flight.
And although the sky seems so stark
at first light, Dawn pierces the dark.

Sol liquefies like molten gold;
it's incredible to behold.
For just as the sun starts to rise
like molten gold; Sol liquefies.

Darkness flees into...

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The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of 
busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, 
Chasing the note they never designed to decimate 
ownership.

The smiling morning bubbling their imagination to the high magnitude of...

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A bliss so old, yet void of functional losses
seemingly very simple- making them a divine binary
exhibiting commitment cutely disciplined, fashioned and pure
superseding the training of a hundred seminaries

Just holding hands and perfume’s scent
bring back memories and give a fresh experience
oldskool tease and creative naughtiness
generate uniquely...

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Poems By Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai


Category Date 
Imagination 14-01-07 
Email 
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Chromosomes of creeds having been replete with
Seeds of retardation in turn breed more and
More mongoloids of ethnic obsessions, hence
Engineers of genetics may ponder...

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In the west any woman
can invite a man to bed,
but do that stuff in Iran
and they’ll huck rocks ’till she’s dead.

In the west any Christian
can get with like folk to pray,
try doing that in China
and they might just lock you away.

In the west any person...

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Escalated had it, through mere words
An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober
Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity
A day of togetherness, spent alone
My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. 

You were right, I conceded; true or untrue
A waste was it to speak, when...

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PROTONS AND NEWTONS
THE FLAVORS
THAT FAVOR MEANS
THE MODE OF THOUGHT
THE SCEINCE OF
THE THING THAT CAUSES
GROWN MEN TO DREAM
LABOR THROUGH THOSE
EMOTION
THOSE STUMBLING BLOCKS
THAT HINDER THINGS
CREATED FROM THE DISTORTED
THOUGHT
THE KIND OF WORDS
WHERE PROCESSES BEGAN
IN THE DIRECTION OF THESE ACTIONS
MIGHT THIS SATISFACTION
BE MEASURED IN TERMS 
OF SUCCESS, MONEY, AND...

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Whose is that hat lying sideways on the ground?
What about the bloody shoe with nothing else around?
The ominous absence of the crowds that usually roam,
Stepping over puddles and things that once were owned.
Such disparity to hear the ringing cell phones stuck on repeat,
A worried friend?...

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