Best Torpor Poems

The torpor soon ends
 
   Vibrant life begins anew-

      Spring expectations~!...

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“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet



Day after day passes
With...

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birds of a quill, or a feather
flock together at odd times
from all four corners
of thinking creative
to jostle with keyboards,
pens and sharp pencils
fingers fidget, tap-tapping
frantic scribbling...

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Every dream in my heart is a hope for the future
Tied to my wishes by bundles of rhyme
Sewn to your life by a poetry suture
Dreams...

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My head has known a thousand rests;
it has floated on feathered softness,
and silk curlicued with a silken tress;
been prickled by the grass of a meadow,
under...

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"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens."
               ...

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Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation,
blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives 
to cover the terrain with blankets 
of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile,
some...

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The female who 
               inhabited her
     ...

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Written: September 07, 2023
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I can't sleep at night, so I stay alive.
I am awake, and I search and strive.
I'm no warrior, just a bumbling scrambler.
Restless...

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The 'Beloved Community'
by
Rick Folker

One beloved community
in God's world
Where each soul honors
the Image of God in the other
Where neither Jew nor Greek
Woman nor Man
Delivers the 'manifest...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal...

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Apathy’s Remedy
                    by Odin Roark

Some acknowledge...

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I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native...

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Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood...

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I Slept with a Female Mosquito
(part III)

Honorable Adjudicators.
How did she enter? Anopheles!
Oblivious, she trailed me?
To my chamber, stalker – to my bed, bawdy
Sneaked in my...

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