Best Vernacular Poems

Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.

Dreadful...

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Which sunrise is most spectacular?
Which blue sky is bluest?
Are there words in my vernacular,
To express which love is truest?

For love is like a jewel rare,
With...

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I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

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A bridge from colloquial to courtly 
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy 
pair
A railway to the existential realm; 
celestial lair 
A conduit through which rational...

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W hen we are aware of racial and social injustice
O ur temperature rises and our blood pressure shoots up,
K indling a deep desire to embrace...

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she ...
gently shivered ...
venetian-sieved ribbons of
moonlight painting her face ... 
the words struggled on her lips, then
ever-so-softly dripped like
maple syrup, and found purchase in my...

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Which sunrise is most spectacular?
Which blue sky is bluest?
Are there words in my vernacular,
To express which love is truest;

For love is like a jewel rare,
With...

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Genuinely!
I've not been the most frequent on this pen
But there are men and women, boys and girls 
That have used it to walk on the...

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Beauty


We admire beauty as we revere art;
We seek beautiful things to adorn our homes.
We crave to have an attraction on our arms,
So we can show...

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Written: December 09, 2023
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solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with...

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To embrace
life’s analytic myth
to inspire
nature’s symbolic smile,
to manoeuvre
amidst northern skies of blue
to roam
chauvinistic contours sensitive and true.
To perceive
inclement purple haze that rebels
against the moor side...

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INTROSPECTION

Is it the color of my skin that retards us? 
Is it me not knowing my maternal great grandfather Lenny that makes us retards? 
Is...

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The poet writes from
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CLEAR    VISION

In a distant crowd innumerable
Our friends  -  like stars  -  look rather similar.
Their very sameness seems immutable:
Bland...

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In the Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom...

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