Best Underscore Poems

A winter wish is like a kiss upon a virgin cheek
it softly woos with words like jewels that brightly shine and speak
and all around its song resounds in notes of pure delight 
its message rings and slowly brings a weary heart to flight. 

What are...

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Kind of Blue…

Slinking into a still hue of blues 
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs 
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt 
 Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars 
Blue moods of so...

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If I ruled the world I'd paint it mostly blue,
Spiders would build the finest webs - I'd decree the morning dew,
Auroras would shimmer above the poles, their colors ringing true,
Those would follow my first thought, "Good grief! What will I do?"

Puppies would be off to...

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From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary.

Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men 
Who persist to query me on matters they know I must ignore. 
As I parry, neatly jinking, Tapper stares at me,...

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each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a center from the mind you got this
a tender swept deal amidst the pain zero in on a name heros plain
each...

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I made a firm commitment long ago
	to read great novels frequently, not just
	when I had time to kill or took a class
	in college, for then reading was a must.

	I love suspense involving clients, laws,
	and litigators. I have come to see
	the ones that hold, for me,...

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This is two parter. The first dealing with the abuse of the mother. The second part is about her child, growing up in care

The Girl, Part 1

A foetus from a mother’s womb

Prematurely born too soon

Due to punches, slaps and kicks

Delivered fast with fury, quick

By a...

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Morning's gray offers its wonder
Red ribbons from dawn underscore
Sun's first light splits night asunder
Moon's high tide rushes to shore
Horizon's line measured from sight
Beneath glow from a rising mass
Turns black to gray from burning night
An image is etched on sea's glass


11/11/18 contest 8x8...

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The shrouds of clouds slim whim accost the sun —
The phat and fat, ruddy red and horizon muddy one.

Underscore of wavy grass, a sea of bees, life’s core.
A hiss of bliss, a slap, a tap of tippy-toe on crazy shore.

The forest rests on the pregnant...

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The last embers of daylight gleam across a round sky
to leave a red ribbon on the horizon...to underscore

The flourishing evening invites us in
as we slide our feet through the sea's soft sand
where waves lap the shore
like a honey bear's tongue on the first days of...

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deeper and deeper still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your depths

i cannot breathe
eye-level of the seas

higher and higher still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your heights

i cannot touch
the sun on tippy toes

still my heart
keep my soul
deeper and deeper
higher and higher
where breaths are not needed
where the...

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My husband ventured out today,
His virus on the wane.
He only took the briefest walk
But didn’t much complain.

For he was thrilled (and so was I)
To see him well enough
To leave his snug cocoon and have
The strength to strut his stuff.

He won’t be running marathons
And this I...

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On a headstone in the ground, 
a life's summation can be found:
born and died and little more
marks the end with an underscore.

Before I die I'd like to say
all that happened along the way.
There's a story to be sure.
Let's begin life's overture.

My life began in celebration;
The...

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The ocean sparkles
in the morning light.
We sip hot coffee;
you cough, turn your head.
Eyes say more than words.
Ties connecting us
dissipate in sunshine.
Waves which wash ashore,
this white-flecked water,
underscore your silence.
Last night, in humid darkness,
velvet-feeling black, we joined --
made pacts that daylight violates.
I will not understand your shame.
You...

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Bowling is what I do during Spring time
And swim hundred feet touching the sea floor
Flexing like a gymnast, swing overtime
Holding my breath, a bowler underscore
Bowls of clear blue waters I play for more
Bowling pins like needles for life I strike
Bowling and swimming, sports for life...

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