Best Thinness Poems

Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled, all was hushed,
Save vast reed beds sided by the
Shallow hills...

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The thinness of skin 
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose

you've matched my desire 
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red

rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down 
from empty...

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Why does the wind create that howl
and with it such a sensation?
It's in your heart, your mind, your soul.
It seems to reach for your very cognition.
You sit, so still, in your room - just sulk.

The thinness of glass is so frightening;
it tries to fight the...

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You are the river running through 
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows 
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with your carbon 
a deep blue undertow …rip tidian 
only moderate...

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Ah, ‘Love’! a lover’s repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now.
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she, a charmed worm, wriggles, snorts,
while floating on a fluffy, velvety cloud.

Is this repeated mantra pricier like a jewel: 
a sapphire,...

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Written: November 24, 2023
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Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Under microscope, watch the draws.
With fresh style—microscopy tool.
Sight blur has been fixed—law or rule.

Microscope grips when bright hue thaws.
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Scab...

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Sisters of nature, gathered hand an hand, 
Finger tip to finger tip, as the goblets
Are filled high, and thus passed 
Amongst one another.
Nymphs of the evergreen wild, celebrating
The springs rebirth, listen to the drumming beat, 
Of seasonal change, it plays in perfect harmony,
With the earth's...

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A caramel coated promise on a wisened old man's couch. Living in a sugar coated world 
falling into an oblivious mass of thinness and frailty. Not yet strong--Tough, no; shy, not 
either. Strength and endurance as rocky as the West coast wearing petticoats, ringing bells...

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He was sitting alone in the corner 
In a little cafe at the painting of Monet
And was talking to imaginary friend
About thinness opaqueness fear
Sensation of heat cold anger despair
Cruelty he claimed is the language of reality
Not the barren lame poetry with vulgar
Metaphors hiding behind empty...

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There are smells and sights and tastes which always remind 
of Grandma with her rows of flowers bright,
the red of poppy the gladiolas white, the blue of spring violets vain 
the scent of lilacs in the air and pine needles in the mix.  ...

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My unusual physical appearance 
Was enhanced by a striking thinness, 
And enormous long-lashed blue eyes. 
Less charmingly, I was also the kind of 
Deliberately malicious little hooligan
Who'd remove some periodical 
From a neighbour's letter-box
And then mutilate it before reposting it.
The sixties' famed social and sexual...

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I have a horse!
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I now have a horse at home.
I never ever let it roam.
In fact two legs are tied up tight.
Yet loose enough to move alright!

It is so thin, you can see...

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The Coin

Narrow, twisted and dusty be the road.
Three aged and wise stood,
They argued terribly one with the other.
No light shined in the void.
Shadows be cast no longer.

The face in all its beauty,
Beauty is the true.
The face gleams through the dark.
It be the right,
The other two...

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Nice Clothes

I was never a traditional “pretty girl”
I was not ultra-feminine
Though when younger
And thinner
I turned many a lady’s -
And gentleman’s - head

Clothes fit me quite nicely
I was not a fashion plate by any means
Still, I cut a good figure
As they used to say

Now I have...

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There is no horizon like a flat horizon!
The autumn water's stinging embrace
Is like an Ice Queen's embrace:  sudden, and welcoming, and deadly...
Is like squeezing through a sieve and coming out clean,
Your Whole body emerges from brokenness, alive! and Vibrating!
Like a renewed man,
You see the...

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