Best Visualized Poems

I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display.
Havin' no need fer horse collars and sech, I quickly passed them by,
But a paintin' of an abandoned stagecoach really caught my eye!

The artist...

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A Poetry Souper, seeing bright stars,
Grabbed his PC and headed for Mars.
He’d make some dimes by writing rhymes,
Selling them to the New Mars Times.
 
Traveling through the ethereal blue,
With revved up rockets, his fervor grew.
Orbiting the moon to pick up speed,
He’d bust his buttons for...

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Mr. Bravery
By Curtis Johnson

There once lived a very decent and brave man who was promised three keys.
“One of these three keys, said the key holder, will unlock the door to happiness”.
The man bowed his head and prayed silently, “Please Lord, allow me to pick the...

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EXAMPLE

We are on this Earth to learn
With a sample of description
A visual account of the relevant
Or a biblical parable illustration

That is what is called the example 
The right way we should be taught
First is the beginning of the word
Exam, a test that must be caught

Then...

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A far off memory that's like a scattered dream..
...a scattered dream that's like a far of memory..
..I want to line the pieces up...

Yours...

And mine

Let me tell you my story
As I traversed through the visions of my mind..
Sketching, writing..seeking to find
I sought for assistance from spirit...

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Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes,...

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Enthusiasm sweeps me up and 
tosses me casually into the wind.
I travel heights never travelled before
To far away places

Smelling flowers not fully visualized
More fragrant than any earthly daisy 
The sights are vague as I am tossed about,
but gently, endearingly

I do not argue or fight this...

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Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a...

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Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back

kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.

A tapered leg acid washed jean trouser and a crop

top feeling sexy.

A striped miniskirt with leg warmers and go-go boots

to swirl on the dance floor.

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A faded, vintage and washed out photograph feel
     embraces my soul to create beautiful images,
I love to capture texture and detail and shapes
           and the shadows and details are truly amazing.

It...

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Words are the quintessential mystical fabric and common medium of all poetry.
Words often portray what the poet sees, senses, feels, imagines, and even dreams.
The very magic of poetry comes to life from a deliberate woven process
Of words enveloped into thoughts, metaphors, beliefs, situations, and emotions.

There...

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Am I the one you dream of, 
Am I the one you prayed silently for with closed eyes at your bed side,
Am I the one you magnificently created of her figment,  
Deeply rooted and knotted in that dark part of your past.
Do you think...

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The poem was visualized on the front, screen porch, 
in silence, in wonder...
It swarmed the Autumn-purpled flowers by the door, 
leafed through reds, golds of the Chinaberry Tree...
sleucing words down Sunday-wet-tin, 
onto the wooden steps.

The poem never stalked like Lady McBeth, through
darkness to her ending...

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She stood there, by the roadside;
eyes of obsidian, 
framed in wispy lashes.
I was certain that she’d run 
onto the crowded interstate.
The closer that I got, the more intense, 
my neck muscles, grew.

In my mind, I visualized her, 
leaping back into the woods.
I prepared to pull...

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Oh, Ravi Varma, you are a legend! 
When I look at this Indian postage stamp 
(brought out in your honour),
a miniature of your self-portrait 
with the inset of your painting 
of the legendary Damayanti 
with the mystic swan,
I am of course reminded 
of the well-known...

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