Enjambment Poems - Poems about Enjambment

... When my muse ruled my conscience's compass, waterfalls of rhyming rivers revealed unspoken secrets - long forgotten in my heart. Exposing vulnerable verses from vaults where vines had w......

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...I don’t know how I lived so long without poetry by my side to uphold enfold and console me as time went passing by how did I miss the gentle kiss of rhythms all around the sound of rivers......

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...I often wonder if it’s worth the effort with a keyboard or paper and pen to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul from the ocean and rivers within The marrow in my bones hidden deep ......

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...Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obsc......

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...He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room as ......

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...Raga: Chayanot Taal: Ektaal Composition (Bangla Calender): 27 ashar, 1317 Composition (AC) 1910 Place: Gorai,Janipur Song attuned: Surendranath Bondopadhdhay, Bhimrao Shastree Home Songs Medi......

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... punctuation walks on eggshells when words like water falls flow into nothingness, soaked in syrupy syllables behind veiled vowels assonance is the t......

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...Phantoms roam the night with ease, Their haunting presence makes us freeze. With silent steps and ghostly grace, They glide and float through time and space. Their wispy forms and eerie glow, Se......

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...A rose gave up her secret Of its origin – of its beauty – In the shadow of her crescent – Fiercely hushed once to me. She told me of a plan of love And a Master Gardener who Has a to......

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...Loves me, Loves me not? Loves me, Loves me not? Plucking petals is biased, as most flowers have 5 petals! Counting the fingers and toes of a poet, is ever so biased as well! My dear, do you pluc......

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...SILVER-LINING Cheated life occasionally yet it couldn't play even. In life's sequel, I'm swivelled into a deep sweven. Where's conventionality in a cosmos that's so odd? Everyone that ever ......

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...An interesting muse has form, not a template of something else, but its own odd shape. This muse, for the time being, is sensually curved like a Ruben's nymph. It has dimples and plump folds ......

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...1. Kelly Lune: silk rose under dome opaque glass thwarted love preserved 2. Jack Collom Lune: the faded corsage under a dusty glass dome— missed spring ball NOT FOR CONTEST POET'S NOTE......

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...What are words other than coffin nails be? Who does it belong to when it rails me? An empty vessel at best that bails thee. Lend me your ear and draw your heart near; my words might seer, but h......

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...The root word for religion is not kind – Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – as it tends to play tricks on anyone’s mind. For some, the edicts lash; they merc......

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