Best Twisty Poems

Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

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Written: June 14, 2023

Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if...

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Flowers
Flagrant Inspiration
Spring rains soft
Love strolls
Black death

Dancing
Butterflies singing
Life a flutter
Songs only beginning
Black Death

Frolicking gardens
Beer flowing in fountains
Youth teases, curves and tinsel 
Three angels in the corner,...

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The dream lingers as I stroll past a rippling stream,
       Wind echoes through the tangled emerald trees;
I am, in...

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Darkness fallen, the sky shines,
Stars twinkle and dance
Floating silently along the milky way in twisty lines
Scattered around, millions to see
Stardust tossed on a black canvas
Painted,...

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I am unlovable

If we are the sum of all our parts
I am unlovable
My parts are broken
Dark and dingy and twisty
The sum of my parts are...

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Urges ushered Est’bel out of her abode –
a cottage cobbled together from cobwebs and clapboard – 
and she scuttled forth,
her nesty hair tousled
by a leaf-laced...

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How can I fetch what's inside me?
It's a mental scream I can see,
They had poured fear through my mind's crease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve...

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I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
 
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and...

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I just want five minutes, just to pitch
My killer screenplay for a killer film.
The hunt for a serial killer
By glamorous profilers, nothing grubby
Or exploitive. Some...

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Mrs Moppet decided to go to the beach
as it was such a sunny day.
Loading up her car with kids and picnic
they set off singing as...

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One morning early a Dad and his son Tom went for a walk in the country, they journeyed
through the still mist looking for flowers for...

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The birth of a kid is just an adventure
Which has its start about nine months before 
After an instant of joy or of  venture,

When...

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Ancient and mysterious woodland  bear, 	

medieval tranquility and flair.		

Heaven sylvan scenery colour share,	

 massive sprays of bloom flowers scent the air. 	

 Twisty esker...

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