Best Texture Poems

Laying on the floor beneath the window,
staring up at the painted plaster,
little cracks run 
through the goosebumps in the paint.

I can read where the wall is hollow
where it is brick,
by running the tips of my nails across its gibberish braille.
In certain spots, the paint is...

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Texture is nature's and life's universal adornment.
Texture titillates and tantalises the senses,
adorning the smooth, flat and boring
with bumps, context, meaning, dimensions and grip.

See me, hear me, touch me, smell me, taste me -
all get embellished and seasoned with texture.
Texture is the crunch when you taste,
the...

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It’s a topographical nightmare. 
The terrain rises and slopes over small mountain ranges I wish everyday were freckles. 
The landforms, shifting and rising with every glance in the mirror, they’re rough from years of scrubbing and 
cleansing and 
picking and 
medication more destructive than effective....

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Snow-capped peaks stretch long shadows,
cropping the corners of lamp-lit valleys,
Stage to child-like haunts
and witness to forsaken cries;
They speak, as dreams, do
to the hidden, protected soul,
uncovering horrors unsecured
and fears realized, in solitude,
Dripping omniscient truth
frozen by day, light's serf,
but, in the master's absence,
rouses the ritual witch-dance,
which tickles...

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One day in my dream garden---behold bitter wires eating twisted snakes....

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Texture comes in ways
In paints, food, clouds or vocals
Seeing layer pays....

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Taste truth
Prize proof


Charm curls
Head hurls


Heart hopes
Sculpts scope


Soul sights
Fond flight


Fond feel
Heart heals


Hear hurts
Bless birth


Sift still
Wise will


Last laugh
Sweet stuff


Face fear
Heart hears




Leon Enriquez
15 September 2019
Singapore...

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A floor of dead rusted leaves rustle and crackle
Crunching their crisp skins dancing under my feet
Shuffling with sodden soil thick with grit - I grapple
With sticky dew grass and spongy peat

Alligatored tree bark grabs my hands then bites as I shamble
Holding on for balance on...

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Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. 
Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches
Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths
to a knurled, rough, compliant easy to grip surface.
The rough and worn acrimony of old age,
Despite the crabby, cantankerous snarls and grumbles,
Can be...

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Of Scripture! 
Oh! The blind text, Sire! 
Leave it far 
Stay free in this bar,
In living treasure.

Come and love frankly
Everyone and everything
For the sake of God
This world for you and for me
God created equally.


-October 14, 2018 Chittagong...

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