Best Wraparound Poems

Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place
A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch
Tall grass was overgrown and with many shade trees of oak and birch
Plant pots of dried up and decayed ferns left on the railings...

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Evening left you signaling the chime
The witness standing back in your eyes,
Pin shut lips
Words without a shot glass

          Pouring freely down vacant streets.

Pages of the past hanging from the eave
Dancing the drunkard's lullaby,
falling from shoe tops.
Fingers...

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters,...

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Long, Low and Wide

By Elton Camp

American cars of the fifties were a big hit
Although some in a garage wouldn’t fit

No tailfin could possibly be too high
A wraparound windshield had to spy

Gobs of shiny chrome was the in thing
Like a cheap woman covered in bling

They weaved...

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Sugary mix roiling in a saucepan in the heart
of the house: a light-filled kitchen where family meals
were taken in lieu of the dining room, thought of by me
in two words: 'formality' and 'dark', whereas, windows
and a glass door in the kitchen let in light, led...

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A vertical line of point on a beach is a starving starfish. Enterprises of ravishing seagulls. Swoop swap. Thresholds of alignment. Delivery of stone reason. No rhyme. Under a large bridge a worm sits playing a banjo. Jolting it's head. And an abacus fancies a...

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in a state of chill
i am lost in a world long lost
revisiting here for a few days is like my heart skipping rocks in a hot tub
my mind is in a sauna of contentment
my soul is on a wraparound deck overlooking lake whatchamacallit
chocolate covered paradise
vanilla...

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From across the park I see the house,
Open windows spilling pools of light
Onto the wide wraparound porch.
As I walk nearer, I take a look inside.

On the walls, framed paintings
And a cluster of family photographs,
Over-stuffed furniture, a little worn,
Sleepy dog on a towel on the chair.

Through...

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Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles 

Loneliness shrugging its shoulders 
Towards the fill in the blank...

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A vertical line of point on a beach is a starving starfish. Enterprises of ravishing seagulls. Swoop swap. Thresholds of alignment. Delivery of stone reason. No rhyme. Under a large bridge a worm sits playing a banjo. Jolting it's head. And an abacus fancies a...

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Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.

Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught in my wide eye that week —
the bubbling serendipitous freak.

Weepy...

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corner unit joy
wraparound fun
borderline lightning taps the heart of the surface
images of wonder
neverending artwork
borderline lightning teases the beautification of the peaceful stillness
happiness in temporary dwelling
immovable inspiration
borderline lightning expresses loudly that it means no harm
unscathed sunshine smile
investigated abuse undetected
borderline lightning quietly moves on after freeing its...

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Silken whispers greet the blithe morning
damp mist spring tap on red  oak door
joyful treat preempted faint dawning

Felicity a phase one can’t ignore
bright daffodil white and pink bloom
fragrant garden bouquet stuff of lore

Alyssum’s plump trailing mound may loom
where greyedging border might seem bare
ideal cluster wraparound...

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I'm back.
Stood in from of the Marc Chagall 
That is quietly across the road

I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline

Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend

Where am I again? Ahh, here.

Experiencing a painting with more within it than I...

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