Best Symbolisms Poems

Outside the lines 

What is it about poetry 
that so consumes you
Brings you to your knees,
cowering in a corner
of your own delusions
Reading in between the lines,
finding what is not really there
Dropping hints of absurd defiance,
collecting spoonful after spoonful
of puzzled meanings and chaliced dreams

Flowing symbolisms, metaphoric...

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They write poems for fun and not for fame-
greeting card dribble just isn’t their game.
Some write in earnest and some write in jest, 
but whatever they write they do their best-
to avoid Soap themes and worn out clichés, 
and the trite expressions some might praise.

Poems...

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Color us a masterpiece 
Through smeared strokes 
Or movement of metaphor…
Our passion will live 
In a world of open song
Dream young genius
See, write, sing, and hear!
Feel the rhythm form
Draw, creating…. 
To scale that impressionist’s
Psychedelic symbolisms… capture me
As a vividly bold subject
The deeply balanced original,
Freed with...

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AMASOWONMWAN

At arm's, I  am but your brethren, 
Ne pas comrade
Pour food, most have sold 
Their Honors for gold 
Others, a pot of pottage

The tree only bends to the wind
Because it doesn't know how to do otherwise
Ainsi be wise, precautions taken
Births no aftermaths

You are not...

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We poets are like everybody else
Except that we have
No members beneath
That pours out honey and nectar.

Now say that like the poet you are.
Words like apples at the centre of the garden
Belong not with poets to use.
They are dirty slimy words
And they are derogatory.

Poets are just...

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Cynicism spectres mustn’t stalk civility
Despite sights and bites of disappointment
In the context of egregious incivility 
Experienced on the fence of taut torments.

Cynicism sacs mustn’t hack a peace pack
Despite the blight and slight of incensed spite
Sampled and gambled in front and at the back
Weighed down on...

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a squirrel acrobating air stopped and glanced back at me
shaping symbolisms within a nutty day, there for all to see
if one knew to look, a hair’s breadth sourcing angles justly
enough to squeeze through into realms ajar, he knew, and
Nicorates nudging me, the squirrel, smiling curiously,...

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