Best Tangible Poems

What things does one possess
at journey's end?
What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe?
Please, do tell, what is the hype?
For should I recall anything at all
of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl,
it would be the warmth of a companion's smile;
his hand in mine, while on this earth...

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In the midst of darkness descending 
above me, 
Stillness seems to overtake sound, 
Allowing moments for deep thought 
in this mirror of solitude.

I tend to reminisce on those dreams I 
grab from the photogenic events of 
the past.

Once touched, I’m taken back by the 
moments...

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genuine love
like a dove

chattel for cattel
cattel as chattel

frosty the snow man?
or the glow ran?

as wisps of flakes on the wind
God can you please rescind or resend

that snowflake that never duplicates
cause I sure like this one, so replicate

uniqueness got my attention now
but in itself it's lost...

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In the light
of the full moon 
I saw it 

In the way 
you held me 
I felt it 

In the words 
you spoke 
I heard it 

In your silence 
I could grasp it 

In the years 
of friendship 
you displayed it

It is always there 
your...

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A tangible love I love to love
I've touched love one billion times
I've held hands in every rhyme
The rhythm of my heart betrays me
With every palpitating poetic line

Is it a sign? 
Of true love a love divine
 the will of the love
Struck heart be done.
I touched...

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The typical intro,
A moment of reflection,
Philosophical conversation with my glass veil is ago,
I swear she's the perfect audience lacking in cognition but excellent in reception,
Shameless in anonymity and thoroughly content being one-dimensional,
An afterthought emerged from reverberating echoes,
Rationalizing a fantasy through demented reality and an appeal...

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The rain falls softly.....etching fluid memories.......as your footprints fade.......

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Time, art thou eternal? Thou never ending change.
Art thou of creation? A law refuting chance.
Countless orbs in heaven whirl and twirl in space,
placed on paths of gravity and light,
midst expanse of darkest night.

Time, art thou fixed? Or canst thou change?
Hast thou destination of divine or...

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In this world of tangibility it has given me the architectural plan to build my world

So my foundation must be right as I have seen it with my own sight

And what I see with my exterior eyes has to be the truth 

For it allows...

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I hate Thee
He let me into a dark midnight,
Like a solitary bee
With not even a spark of light

No way to roam,
No way to play
Nobody in that home
I was like idle clay.

Unable to open my eyes,
Unable to stand erect
And I was not yet wise
To judge what...

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It's always
A tangible line
Past leaving
And being left
Behind

It's ransomed
At ready
With no deal
On the crook
And makes for
A mention
Beyond the less
Or the look

It's never
Outspoken
Yet the clear's
An afar
In whispers
Not ready
To see best
Past a scar

It withers
And witnesses
For the cause
With a stain
Yet always
It answers
For the sweet
With a name

It's elsewhere
And closer
For the...

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You caused me to dream
again.
Dreams are no longer a
thing of the past.
They are tangible and ready
for me to grab,
You make me feel like super-
girl.
And there's no dream too big or
small.
As long as I believe I can achieve,
and that I must not be afraid
to fail.
Because failures...

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The tangibility that took so many years
 An eruption of overwhelming thoughts
The pool of the past came back to me in tears.

Together again lips on lips flesh on flesh
Walking through time with enduring vitality
Hand in hand for a life afresh.

Deep within that cascading beat
Forever spawns...

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Never mind...
      what people you don't know
  from Adam, or from a can of paint
                   think of you.
   ...

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In the corridors of a muddled mind,
Within the condensation of a thick fog, 
I often find,
A relapsed presence, a menopause
In life, an uncertainty
Of kind,
Where good and evil dined.

Poetry is the release for such a mind
For it abides,
Inside the realms of the unknown,
Hands you a key...

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