Best Tangle With Poems

Living in a realm where 
the air seems to 
be still as stone,
invisible, like a 
ghost of a rose, 
translucent and frozen in 
time of ruthless seconds.

My heart still 
keeps pacing to 
hear the flickering 
rays of your voice,
flatlined and hushed 
beyond reach, 
whilst I’m...

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Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
    And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...

Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
    Yet there's but one...

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lazy lips in tangle with A I
breathing secrets
I wonder why

why not
organize your thoughts, o scatterbrain
don’t be
a brain full of hay

eventual outcome -
the crows will pick your brain
s$it for brains

forgive my insane outburst
but the storm’s a-coming

a storm of flying monkeys
a witch to boot

the only way to...

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Wrestling with consciousness
fading in and out,
 the darkness threatens to sweep me away
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened?
No voice escapes my lips
dry, parched tongue mouths wordlessly
as dreams tangle with reality
swimmingly, a face appears
in a moment of lucidity
in the storm of incoherency
I remember your...

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Call me the 
magician, pulling 
rabbits out my hat, 
the 13th Friday 
Jason Voorhees 
stabbin at your cat,

with hocus strokus 
powers when I use 
my magic wand, 
soft upbeat 
melodies are 
sprinkled to a 
sadder song.

True oral 
capabilities that 
tangle with the 
gods, just wrap...

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Here is my every other...

15 minutes until the hour-
I have my tech tool powwow to scowl,

30 minutes from the end-
I'm in the descend,

I know I'm the key to this pen,

I know I know how to spend...

But the people are there to descend,

and they loved being...

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Sweetheart you dont want to tangle with me sexually
Cause I study bodily positions extensively
And I've been known to passionately,
explore womanly creations so aggressively,
I leave them breathing heavily
I especially love when they teasingly touch me enticingly
That turns my nature beastly
And I never enter their privacy wrecklessly
Just...

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Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and...

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Poems of my thoughts 
Tangle with my mind
Let the world know them
Try make them rhyme

Share with them most
To people online
Say how it is
In that moment of time

Comments come forward
With encouraging words
Makes the day brighter
To know that I’m heard.

Sometimes its someone
Who offers a hand
Who gives me...

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There is a plan that's hard to see,
By and by I learn to discern,
Sculpt as I can form and beauty.


I uncover what I must learn,
Discover rhymes when reason sleeps,
Here recover truth that I yearn.


Now space and time can feel so deep,
Truth can seem blur and...

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We're Bo and Luke Duke and we fight crime.
When criminals tangle with us, they do hard time.
Uncle Jesse gets his fat carcass stuck every time he gets in the General Lee.
When we tell him that he's getting too fat, he puts us over his knee.

It's...

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Early Summer

Birds awake with the dawn
Their twitters break the last defending line of spring

 Air becomes light
Like a vegetable soup that I can bottom up at once

The mist and rain no longer tangle with my eyes
The deepest blue in the sky appears

When all other colors...

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Inspired by Weeping Nude by Edvard Munch 1913. Viewing the image will make sense of the poem. It's a tame painting, but not sure if within PS rules to add to the post i.e it's a covered yet nude woman and called nude. Could therefore...

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Birds speaking into rhyme
Tangle with all twisting time
Give me one
All telling sign
Spring is here
Insense divine

Sons of daughters
Birthing now
Heaven preening
Telling how
See it's life
Does gather now
All his children
Take a bow

Great has formed us
Made it so
And we are but
A seed to grow
In harvest reap
A crop to sow
In time...

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There was something in our sway. Of hips and lips, of thoughts and things. 
Oh, there was something in that movement. That fluid, blessed movement of alignment and
fluidity, of morning slumber and night time’s caress. 
The kind of caress that stimulates and undulates. 
It brings...

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