Best Tightly Knit Poems

Life is complicated darling,
But I prefer the simple life.
So this is my song to you
For I yearn you’ll be my wife.

Where will I find love tonight?
Tell me darling that it’s you,
When will happy days be mine?
I can’t bear to feel so blue.

I’ve been running round...

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There is in the house a hullabaloo
Furore, a fuss, commotion, ado
The in-laws will soon
Return from the moon
Be staying with us, a month, maybe two!

Short notice, their note arrived in the mail
A bolt from the blue, a cause for travail.
Do not get me wrong
We all get...

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We have so much color all around us
so much beauty to fill our senses
everything we see and touch and taste
in the songs we hear
in the scent of lovers mingled
in everything we've been given
there is a rainbow around us.
A multitude of shades and hues
from the bright...

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Growing Up Rich

My childhood home was just four rooms, heated by a black stove in the kitchen.
No phone, no car, a toilet in the basement. Money was tight. The rent had to be paid.

I spent my days in youthful endeavors. Playing baseball in the field...

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Staring from a distance that’s all I could see
A little boy child staring right back at me
His face had so much, so much to tell
“Oh world can’t you see that all’s not well”
There was emptiness, loneliness and prints of insecurity
Coming from his eyes that no...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 15

The Republic’s an headless Monster to let
Power mad individuals pay to rent head
The State’s enmeshed in the Admin’s red-tape net

The Administration cannot think nor beget
Must obey or its heads will be under-fed
The Republic’s an headless Monster to let

National...

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There she is, rainbow hued, hazy viewed clues.
The whistle chimed waves clear her unspoken throat.
Pardon Lady's wispy tension, a molder of falling sand. 
A maker of details form the reality of dreamlife.
It is not man-made, it's spirit. 
From one withheld, on a roof full of...

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The man of which I speak.
Is heartless, shallow yet meek,
Sly and has much wit.

The story begins at the birth.
He was a baby with no considered worth.
They told him quit talking, just sit.

Growing up, it just got worse.
His first crime was a stolen purse.
His parents never...

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I would say as if my dreams were real
and try to soothe you while you send me
yours 
as if mine would cease
I would step through the sky if stars
would make way
for spells with no end
And cease to hold them dear
in vain
I would invite a trying...

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is short-lived.
Deep.
Like a crypt
yet coherently-linked
with your windblown hair
strewn with rubberclips poly-carbonated.

Candid.
As a sneeze 
yet non-allergenic.

On its last seconds,
its supremacy 
situated along the alleys of lashes
tightly-knit my lips
as if all-perceiving:

blunt 
as a snore

yet

casual 
as a yawn

etched 
on heart's core.

Be that as it may
as i hang endured
for...

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welcome to the many windowed cityscape
the wanton color of badly mixed paint
with a parade of personal lives
like black stockings full of runs
strafed by formations of overhead birds
whose small eyes think only to judge
passing, teasing wisps of cloudy twirl
confining we dwellers to a sunless cave
thousands and...

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Dare not listen 
Such cruelity to oneself 
Beware your heartness, Mind screams.
But Hearty has become mastermind
Having captured the entire system,
In a web tightly knit
All is forced to bow to the higher order.
We only do as "l" say!
How do tables turns when one is so dreamy...

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A forceful pungent smell
Hits me from this piece of land
Smeared with the precious blood
Of countless innocent people

Many vultures here hover
Over carcasses
Of several dead

I hear syllables
Of the long familiar refrain
Tightly knit together
Sounding clearer and clearer
At each virtual instance:

Don't leave me in the dark
Don't leave me in...

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A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower.
Planted on your chest a long time ago.
Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses,
the silver key became.
Which opens the door to dreams of parallel
lives.
*
Intoxicated, in a crystal boat,
we glide down the green waters of the
mystical river.
You...

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I'm a victim of my circumstances....
Like a puppet that to its master dances...
I am a slave to the situation...
Who only imitates with precision....
Before you think I am rude & bad...
Crazy,aggressive or even mad....
Let me tell the real story of mine...
I am a pawn to Fate...

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