Best Undergoes Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts...

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Wrapped in God's love,
gives you the rare ability to see
wonderful things never dreamed of,
beautiful things that will only exist in eternity

A silken veil is God's love,
encases your mind with thoughts divine
Your heart undergoes a transformation,
new angel wings are now perfectly aligned

Waiting to fly always on...

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Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity

Resembles a godsend in her way of thinking
Equating its futility to putting in a full day’s shift without any proof
That rudeness despite its inkling and tinkering
Adds to...

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When winter months become morose
And everything around is blue and froze
Gets disheartening even for the eskimos
Their morale starts to dwindle and decompose

They tread most lightly on cautious tippytoes
For fear their neighbors will become bellicose
They bite their tongue rather than use such prose 
As ‘up your...

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Every small sore is numbing pain 
As if morning can't see the rain 
Every small touch on your light skin 
Makes the world like it stops to spin 

Teardrops can't mend your heart's sorrow 
As if night has no tomorrow 
The days are counted like...

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The future with AI is already here,
A world that's changing, with each passing year.
We've come so far, from the first spark of AI,
With endless possibilities, that reach for the sky.

The current possibilities with AI are vast,
From medical diagnosis, to predicting weather that will last,
Smart home...

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Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs and fingers; 
from their very spot they fly in the air hanging onto the mixture of 
illusion and reality. 

The...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That barely I perceived being so small.

And I turned my face...

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My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,
fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,
as bitter tears from hazel eyes reduce the stone to sand.

Dim shadows cast by candles flit across the haunted room,
beleaguer apparitions, pale, that stalk me through the gloom,
usurping purloined purple forms...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a land where ‘twenty is plenty’ for women? And hence, ignoring the official life expectancy figure, you bade us adieu at...

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Stages and steps are the structures of Life’s nomenclature
a little mind isn’t ready to go through its rotating disk,
quick and fast void of much strain, no matter the way
but such an inpatient method carries the most risk.
Building upon contentment to slowly reach prosperity,
such energy is...

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hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation

sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day

more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation

worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey

faded granite marker put in position two...

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Although a withered tree possesses a charm of its own,
aside from elegance, what should this old man do,
because not even possess a taste of ordinary
but he is the man of base, the incarnation of disgust.

If wrinkled face covered with ugly age spots,
clumsy shaking hands with...

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—The sun in confined to a bed being seized with jaundice—

Although the neighbors and siblings were gone,
you and I most hold onto father’s arm for the sake of 
a deformed child’s fatality that couldn’t come and go as wish.

At the present, however, even the father,...

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Realization comes now
finding me
lying bed low
telling me that
it's only
one future
I've lost,
there are others
for my choosing.

At this moment
another one has
already begun.

Green grass
cut weekly
still grows back.
So drastic
a change
it undergoes
as I have
   undergone,
yet it lives,
adapts, accepts
quietly
with little resistance.

Nature always
      replacing
and rebuilding
just...

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