Foreground Poems - Poems about Foreground

... I gave myself the body of a secretary bird— long legs like accusations, a face too sharp for comfort. But wings? I borrowed from a taxidermied dodo: soft, irrelevant, stitched to the wrong......

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... Wolf. Puma. Long-necked (or was it long-bodied?) Dragon. Forest...Fire. A Bunny, cute - and on its back. A Bounding Fox with Seaspray Fluff of Following Tail. A long-nosed Fel......

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...St. Patrick's Day embodies that sweet spot where alcohol consumption is believed to have one consequence only - unfiltered joy! I haven't Googled St. Patrick to check if that's what he intended, b......

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...Bombarded by myriads of daily data without cease, I suggest a forthright discourse on this topic, carousel of trend and sound adherence merely looming? some unwitting sentiment an aspirational d......

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...This poem was written alongside the painting Pentimento by Sally Storch. I absorbed the image, beyond the capture - it soaked into my throat saturated, became the ever-after eye......

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...In the foreground of a dream, you stood before me, confessing your singular misstep. Behind you, were two images. As only my subconscious mind could decipher, then conveyed to me. Only the words li......

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... Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet _________________________________ At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice silver-haired sav......

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...I am going to see the lights. The glow of the city will make a perfect backdrop to the painting I am envisioning. Far enough away to see the twinkle of headlights and the shine of skyscrapers, but ......

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...“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh ------------------------------------------------------------------- Well aware of ar......

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...Seven days in the green-browed mountains time slowly retreated to the horizon sun casually took to the foreground weather was always a foothill or two behind. moon sighed into its gloaming. Se......

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...To W.B. Yeats There is something to my life that cannot be described as "lonely". But a forgotten detail in a missing puzzle piece. The secondary woman in the background For she lets t......

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... It started with a blank canvas, the life landscape I painted since, shows a friendly fence or two, some with pegs stout and straight, some with bars broken and bent, a barrier between the r......

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... seventeen years we went before I knew your friends names you barely know now and you kept them absent from me as you keep yourself still, so leave stay cradle-tucked away as a soothing, sour ......

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... * My take on the theme of my contest. Just for fun. A canopy of silvery stars speckle the ebon expanse above me, at once beautiful but at the same time, taunting. For if these jewels in space w......

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...I’ve brewed so many potions still you are I’ve made elixirs from hydrogen to quiet you Nothing I do is a cure for my lonesome electron We all have a voice spinning around in our heads Are yours ......

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