Best Unfenced Poems

It was tantalizing, sweet completion
Lines of blue ink filling white space
Tastes of emotions, colors of consonants
Music of vowels, syllables singing
To create, and satiate

Then, time thinned
Responsibility and stress stepped in
Poetry, after all, does not pay the bills
Stop cloud watching and become an adult
They said, and they...

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Park of unfenced wildness
          densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence

park pigeons squat, survey seniors
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Ancient Arabians, mother to all
Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness

Clydesdales, symmetry of strength
Dignity of duty, power of purpose

Ebony elegance, midnight silk
Friesians, crusaders in
Galloping gallantry

Hardy hearts, tiny and tenacious
Icelandic horses, gaited grace over
Jagged soil, volcanic climes

Kaleidoscope diamonds, lissome finesse
Lipizzaners, dancer of moonbeam dreams

Mustang beauty, bred by
Nature, to run...

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Young minds see options like sand on a beach.
Decisions born of freedom,
The keys to doors leading
To mysterious worlds made from boxes and sheet.
'Lets pretend' a password to scabby knees you find
boundaries unfenced, beckon brave adventurers.
Grandad's old hat now that of Captain Black Beard.  
Thrills...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird...

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You Can Lead a Republican to our Constitution
(But You Can’t Make Him Think)



Though fools claim love for Constitution, ‘Founders’ floundered on its beach.
“One man! One vote!” ‘God’s revelation! ‘Women,’ ‘slaves’ vote? Who can teach?
A ‘White Man’s A*s,’ he hopes is his! A woman’s a*s? (Such...

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It's Halloween!
Michael R. Burch

If evening falls
on graveyard walls
far softer than a sigh;

if shadows fly
moon-sickled skies,
while children toss their heads

uneasy in their beds,
beware the witch's eye!

If goblins loom
within the gloom
till playful pups grow terse;

if birds give up their verse
to comfort chicks they nurse,
while children dream weird...

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On her front porch, enclosed by wooden railing, 
She sits on a wooden high back cushion chair with a book on her lap. 

A few moment to relax after her daily household tasks. 
To escape into another world to walk through, she tries to read,
But...

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at cremation ground
the flames were creating
strange words

he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears

there was no need to question the answers,
kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge
over the river of annihilation

of self, making a gift of forked tongue
of cobra, spiteful, as an old virgin

it...

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You are picture perfect with your coal black hair and handsome brown eyes,
your intelligence is followed by your good sense of humor,
what won me over was your goofy personality,
I love how dory you can be,
your mind is like an unfenced pasture as far as the...

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Memories of my childhood often resurface, 
from the deep trenches of my mind and, 
a soul lost in the waves of day-to-day hassles, 
finds itself risen up to the realm of rejoice. 

Those summer vacations in my native place, 
memorable moments of month-long holidays, 
carefree...

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at cremation ground
the flames were creating
strange words

he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears

there was no need to question the answers,
kicking up the history, of crossing the bridge
over the river of annihilation

of self, making a gift of forked tongue
of cobra, spiteful, as an old virgin

it...

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We were not there
to welcome them home
but came later in the long
evenings when nightmares 
ravaged their sleep. Peace
had walled in the horrors
hiding in the heads of good men.

Big blocks gave room
for games and unfenced spaces
weakened what had, in hard times,
glued generations together.
No authority held sway...

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An oppressive still
has settled the morning.
The gray water of the bay
is as motionless as concrete.
I would like to float from here
but cannot find lift
even on the breath 
of these words, 
they remain stuck on a page
weighted with consequence.

Yesterday, there were places 
where I could go,
the...

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Carpet patterns 
and the swirlings of grain
in wooden floors were maps
to me of exotic worlds,
portal holes for a child
to enter and explore
places edged on the
furthest reaches 
of the fabulous.

Even today, as an old man,
I saw a landscape 
in miniature when morning sunlight 
came through the...

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