Best Unidentified Poems

In case we never meet or met and never knew, this poem is written for you.

Your my beautiful, realistic, but slim possibility

A stranger place somewhere...

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Unidentified extraterrestrial(s) willingly abducted me

As a divergence 
from the apocalyptical, dialectical, 
geomorphological, judgmatical, 
metaphorical, philosophical...,
I share an out of this 
(webbed wide) world,
light hearted anecdote...

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On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black...

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How many are realities? Is a question, 
How many one actually wants? Is option?  
Monism, like single-focus telescope, stands firm,
While dualism, like binoculars, less...

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My Hunt was for the sonnet gems.
My complacence was absolutely stunning.
Wiping out my fake dreams,the key to my 
happiness was setting a realisable goal.
On the...

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I cannot believe that I used to have a crush on you,
You are cold, heartless, and MEAN!
I never talked about you, never did anything to...

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           Your past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a...

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surrounded by ones like me,
I've been with them from creation,
So I guess they are family.

Sometimes we are jostled around, 
our bodies knocking into eachother. 
We...

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This happened about fifteen years ago.
My son and I were camping in the woods.
He pitched the tent in a forest with a clearing.
We took out...

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3/21/17



Is it going to be the low, high, wrong or right path?

Something I've grasped

You can't get any time back

Days and nights just might pass

Quite fast

The...

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After chewing shoe leather they called steak, 
in the Pencey cafeteria, 
Mal, Ackley, and I enjoyed a winter afternoon on campus, 
on the bus, and...

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Who, or what, do you think you are?
  A Bollywood star
    A Turkish bazaar
      An iron...

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Beautiful summer day. You know you're gonna die
that's why you know no joy.
Obsessed with self, there is no answer
unless religion, tv, stories, sports matter.
So what...

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“Objects of Affection” 

Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky 
we love to look 
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels

all’s fair in 
love and...

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Our love is a book of poetry.
Our love is a portrait unidentified.
Our love is power
And harmony
Our love is
as bright as starlight
And the flash of my...

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