Best Transfixing Poems

Leaves talking, beautiful demise

If a leaf could talk, it would say, please, take your time
life is acted out in stages, every song has it's rhyme
When a leaf dies, its dynamic impressions in its flight
a stunning display of artistry, dazzling to the sight

Green turns to crimson,...

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Against a night frightened white,
a tall tree stands - skeletal -
transfixing me one winter
on my woodland walk.

Small trees surround the tall one.
They extend icy fingers
as if to help point me out
to the taller tree.

The hairs rise on my arms as
I view the long black limbs...

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In this life there's water everywhere
it draws us under it's evil spell
pulling us down to it's dark chamber
having an power holding to it's cell

This liquid stuff pours all over
makes sure it enters our every space
transfixing it's hold on every corner
really need superhero on our case

There...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late...

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Strangers undulating with rhythmic ease 
Igniting the air with ecstasy 
While lights flash in spectacular colour 
Hot breath creates an intensity 
Of steam rising up through delirious sound; 
While damp, red silk caresses my skin 

Sweat beading on my baking skin 
As I slip through...

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The final Rhapsody for an Infra red head
A sunny  rise sparking caprice flames
Avina Delis seduces me with her radiance
Bearing the title of the Scarlet Queen
Deserving of a crimson crown
Lorraine Floyd glowing, her ruby heart is pure sexuality
Cute Sunny swaying under an auburn light, show casing...

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Raindrops on the window pane
watching them running down
the wetness looks so cold
but don't let heart to frown

Raindrops on the window pane
they meander in different ways
taking your eyes many a route
looking like a watery maze

Raindrops on the window pane
a picture of life's changing scene
not knowing what...

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Alabaster beauty, cold, delicate elegance, freezing glory, heaping ice jams, 
kaleidoscopic luster, Mother Nature's overload, perfectly quiet, reflective snow. transfixing, utterly victorious, winter's xpected yearly zenith....

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First time I saw them all together,
They were waving at me from old glory.
Never saw so many stars before that day either;
There were a lot of nights I saw more yet not as close.

Ripples of freedom met my eyes that sunny afternoon;
That special piece of...

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A kaleidoscope of colour, dynamic impressions in flight,
            A spectacular display of artistry that dazzles the sight.
             Green turns to crimson, flaming...

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Highborn, regal Skiddaw
Such grace in one so high,
A countenance of majesty,
A fortress to my eye.

Looking down on all around you
Immense in all your might,
From your foot, we lift our eyes
To wonder at the sight.

Rising like a titan
From the verdant valley floor,
In splendid isolation 
Heavenwards, you...

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I.
In and ancient Kingdom of Brateur,
there’s an old tale that troubadours sing,
about High King Hoban’s noble son,
possessed of true courage, unending.

Hoban had two sons, Reth and Garrow,
though only Price Garrow could be his heir,
Reth was a bastard Hoban had fathered
on a peasant girl who styled...

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I use my imagination with,

Lovely words and rhymes
On paper, to captivate and
Vigorate and stimulate
Every part of my soul!

Telling secrets of my subconscious
Or  what's in the midst of my heart

Words give life to the unseen world!
Rhymes allow me to fly with wings
I soar above the...

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There were his things, not estimating quote
the widow tracking lightly wherewithall,
his seasons, his reports, his favorite joke
and somewhere his adventures fill the wall.

The doors seem shut, but sunlight in between
does catch a space  to modify extreme,
how wise the time were then, as wisdom seen
unending,...

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yes

i remember how we used to fly
i recall the crisp dreams that gave paper cuts
that were sweet on the skin

the times when we sat for hours at the fire
allowing the mixture of our thoughts to waft through the smoke

the dragon was the morning clouds
with talons...

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