Best Surveying Poems

variety of size, limbs
once helpless in the wind,
a haphazard torrent of leaves.
no pleasantries in rescind.

moss, plush with bouncy roots
tripartite surgery of bark,
sans clean cut.
ground level hallmark

apartments, at close inspection,
varmints inhabit an oak.
how do trees survive the dark
when susceptible to croak?

the yard with all its idiosyncrasies,
a...

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The bat is never satisfied, his eyes
do pierce the longest gloom of Winter’s white.
His dark decrepit cape— a purple vine.
The brood of brows and lids release no light.

9/27/2020
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Original Name: THE BAT IS NEVER SATISFIED...

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This will take time
My epitaph for her
What is the most romantic thing i can say to her
What if i told her that her mourning tears that drip from her face
Would pass through my etheral hand as my soul tried in vain to catch
or use these...

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Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a lemon hued home
regal in red plaid pajamas sits The Countess of Norwood Court.

Surveying her subjects each morning at 9:15 on...

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