Best Thickening Poems

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.

Burnished like brushed...

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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 weep. ...

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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...

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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...

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An inner earthquake rattles him again
             as the fiery sun dips in the...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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, uttering
Your plethora...

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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...

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The bitterness brims and bubbles away

As the heart that once felt love over-spills.

Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay

Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills.



As the...

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she liltingly spun     smiling and singing
"You are my sunshine"    waving for us
      ...

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