Best Tangling Poems

Beautiful one
    its you I adore,
your angelic way,
   the knowledge you store.
Grace resides
    upon your skin,
sparking my...

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. . . someone like me, sultry and carefree,
          becomes excited in tender moments,
 ...

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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in...

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In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am...

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  the sunset kiss along a lullaby moment, holds my being in absolute bliss,
in such a way that i shall never forget, for i...

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Some say- a paragraph holds them deeply,
not even the slightest touch can make them fall

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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It was a simple night,

she suppressed her own mindset

plunging self-shackled feet into their thoughts,

their eyes,

their thought processes, hoping to retain

some semblance of solace in the...

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Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and...

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The house sits locked and bare;
a derelict car sputtering off
with the last of the possessions 
that owned her.

Bellows of dust and sparks
trailing; lingering behind 
as...

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Twisting and tangling, 
in this lovers web
clawing and crying to be-- set free
the bait was placed in front of you,
I watched you fall in, so...

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The decanter is filled with chicory blooms
(blue, for the sky is her pleasure)
while the snapshot turns nigrescent
marking rain for the evening weather
The ring with which...

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Seeking Kindling

The tangling forest was bitterly cold
And we were endlessly lost.

But, I followed his big foot prints
without speaking out of fear.

“Just pick up twigs kid....

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Have situations ever got away from you
evade conclusions while dramas protrude
like a chain link fence no time to think
assess why you're tense or reflect to...

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Tell me
Have you ever had a dream
A dream where your own blood fell upon blue roses
And you fell through the ground as petals floated on...

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