Best Tinging Poems

How do I write my love in poetry?
Spin it around a needle’s company
I succumb to the wishes that’s displayed
Straight into my heart, a bed that is made

Words that focus not on the worldly things
Making love formed by surely everything
Almost all my chimed poetry is filled
Tinging...

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Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight 
lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind,
bringing promises of the forthcoming night
with billowing breezes, of the serene kind.

In muffled silence, smitten by its splendor, 
the Composer's tempo sets our feelings on fire.
Seductive sounds spool us with erupting ember.
Enticing eyes envelope...

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Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with blood reeking jaws
With a recent slaughter to slake her thirst.
She...

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Small Summer Cabins for Rent on Lovegrove Lake
				by Barbara C. Agarwal


I left my chance when
A chance I did not take
When I saw you long, long ago
At Lovegrove Lake.

Do you remember per chance also,
Me perched on the wee porch there?
Me, dangling my silver sandal?
And sipping my...

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Agent Orange
Tinging lush, green foliage
Breath-taking shadow
Swallows mercurial moon
Invisible orb hovers



October 11, 2012...

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Global warming's changing our world,
as deserts increase, farmland shrinks.
And ancient glaciers have no ice, 
the sea's dying and the air stinks.

Weather upheavals forecast gloom,
as rivers flood altered courses.
And torrential rains drench the earth,
a shift in natural forces.

Virgin forests scared by fire's flame
leave barren soil to...

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At night I like to listen to the stars
They are like millions of tinging pieces
Their sound beautifully formulated
I listen to their sound enhanced thesis

Ping a ting a ling all around the air
A lofty feel they each bring in the night
Such a soothing sound to my...

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Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk
Decaying leaves slowly becoming dust,
Scent of that Sixties patchouli musk
Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk.
Breezes becoming somewhat brusque
Leaves still green but tinging with rust,
Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk
Decaying leaves slowly becoming dust.

written August 1, 2021...

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We peek from ‘neath a January frost
Through windows tightly shut against its chill
Count a mitten and a hat among the lost
And carry on by simple force of will

The glint of light grows longer every day
As shadows strut their stuff in windblown play
Tinging the edge of...

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On the streets of Kamora,
	a man sits at the Fountain of Angels,
	eying the days offerings
	which lie at the bottom
	of the tepid water.
The man remembers when he was 
	one of the click clacking masses,
	on their way to work,
	in the Main Dome of Kamora,
	ready to pass ordinances
	which...

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Playing my guitar
playing Christmas songs
songs that echo from my childhood
songs of memories made
made in fantasies
made in dreams
dreams built from flavors
dreams built from stories
stories family told
stories in favorite books
books given to me by family
books given to me by friends
friends who understood
friends who shared interests
interests that made...

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silver bells ringing
holly bright among the pine
merrily dinging
bringing Christmas cheer to all –
scent of the outdoors

tint-tinging clapping
etheric among the greens
happy holiday
they sing joyfully aloud –
angelic voices


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The sun rises on the distant horizon
Sending rays through gray clouds
Tinging them to a somber cobalt
Waiting to shine red and proud

The sound waves vibrate from crickets
As they rub their hind legs
They have double-fold in numbers
Spread like whisky bootleg_

The fog drapes its long tenacles
Across the hill...

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Who knew September would bring
A morning such as this.
Cool, breezy and a coming rain.
My lover waiting for his kiss.

Locked in a quarantine, not knowing
When we will ever meet our new neighbors,
Though we will, they will, and glorious leaves
Are tinging and hiding in fall's vapours.

Meantime our...

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The road suddenly divided 
I needed the river 
Her two arms replete
with hyacinth of
empathy 

Emptily 
I kept looking at, now
at one direction 
then at the other but
the envelope didn't part 

I needed the river so much 
Her foamy murmur 
into my elongated ears 
to interpret...

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