Best Wrinkle Poems

On a special Suicidal Night,
I sit alone inside this nightmare 
In a nightmare with no windows 
Nobody can see me
I can see nobody

Flowers, above
My eyes...

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Silently he sat in darkness, flinching at the sight of light.
Which created a glow reflecting on his balding head.
His cold glare did not help my...

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Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo...

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Come, dear Krishna!
Fall in love with my love for you.
When my honey- filled glance dips your  unsurpassed beauty, fall in love with my eyes....

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Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will...

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If someone leans upon an ancient tree
In future’s shade, a thousand years from now
Might they engage a wrinkle in the brow
And ponder over death of...

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A crazy old man once told me,
“Heaven is made of the things you give away.”
It appeared he was next in line for heaven
as he had...

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 and she said
Yesterday,I lived for thoughts and dreams
but today I live in my daughter's happiness
All my goals I left behind to watch her reach...

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Life's a One Way, Uphill.
Every Wrinkle on your Face
Marks a Step of Maturity.
You go Up not Looking
At the Peak but Dreaming 
Of Sliding Down, Trying...

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I loved you from the onset ...
at the twilight of our first romantic sunrise
Fading rainbow rays of the morning,
our love had such young, bright eyes
Dashing...

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Socialites

those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma

runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in...

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I have a dearest sweet friend
my love and gratitude to her of no end

She is of great beauty and deep truth
to send me her Love...

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I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and...

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In a forest grove, where shadows dance,
Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance.
Its twisted branches reach towards the sky,
A source of inspiration, none can...

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The Old Man In The Mirror

Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning?
When I shave and shower he is there living...

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