Best Thickening Poems

...Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into m......

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...Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burni......

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...Photo by Rhonda Pearson Smith



Thickening fog hung beneath the willow tree
consumes dreams of your lost poetry.
From sandalwood-scented sleep,  
I kiss you and w......

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...Through thickening haze,
I hear your voice call my name, 
encouraging me, words beating 
with my heart, guiding me home
as I stumble and crawl… 
lost in a winding maze,
blinded by a......

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...An inner earthquake rattles him again
             as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
             Can he too, hide his halo as such?
             Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
   ......

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...I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt,
which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage
the ache from bowels that howled from so much hurt.
Would ground then be my cure or a mirage?
Enticed, I......

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...When evening dusk falls from the edge of night 
like a loosened taffeta from bridal halls 
the wrist pulse slows as the stars align 
their talisman to keyon thoughts of you  
She dances  to the s......

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..."We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.

A collective, almost silent gasp
and the clatter of a fallen br......

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...The light to my life is flickering;
It shone bright for many years.
The fog around me is thickening,
But, please, spare me the tears.
I am fortunate to outlive the fears,
As long as I can lie he......

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...The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste ......

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...Under a  trellis of vines, quite evergreen
This elegant, old lady sits on a wooden porch,
Her veined fingers twist in graceful motion
Kneading  hued  threads from  silken yarn;
As weaves ......

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...For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest

Where is the love, Mamma?

Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, utteri......

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...
My name is Peter the Pelican
I'm nothing special at all
I fly around as I'm supposed to
But this day I was close to a fall

Every day when I take to the skies
They are blue and someti......

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Synopsis:
A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma i......

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...Sometimes we slice through the past
in our thoughts, as though we are surgeons.
We carefully cut through its blubber,
avoiding hurts and pain spilling all over.
Sometimes we're so obsessed with t......

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