Art Free Verse Poems

TOO MUCH SIMPLICITY IS ENOUGH*
Poem writte for "Too Much Is Enough Poetry Contest," Margarita Lillico, sponsor, August 2, 2025
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I sift through the clutter of days,
where...

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they painted her backwards,
a body half-forgotten by gravity,
half-claimed by the red.
not blood,
but the color of memory
when it refuses to fade.
her hands—
not reaching,
but remembering
what it felt...

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I want a lived-in face—
a body that curves and stretches,
each line a crease carved by laughter,
grief, survival.

I love life etched into skin.
We are the narrators...

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Hermes, my son
We were taking a little walk today
Walking you lifted your head
Looked me straight in the eye
And smiled at me
I smiled back
That is how...

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Why?
That's the question. Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why do we live in a world that hates change
A world clinging to a past long gone 
Why must hate be so...

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Noon simmers a chamomile lavender
Like the summer rain that resembles diamond tears
The tea pot serenades my senses with aroma rays of hope 
My favorite mug...

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I looked at the Spring garden, I was about to paint,
knowing the new tubes of paint I ordered, were due, any time soon.
I saw that...

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To that girl from the Cabaret,
The abuse and the trauma,
Every cracks and gaps,
No they doesnt make you worthless,

Every step you take forward,
Every time you sway...

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"Prisoner of Shadows"

Bhot sannata hai iss kamre main 
Khamoshi chubh si rhi hai 
Khidkiyon se guzarti hawa
Andhere se , uub si rahi hai

Aur ab main...

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The fragrance of kerosene
in shadows of innuendo’s
alluring soliloquy
fragrance of kerosene

Reminding him of her hips
Hot liquid coming from within
An urge to go deep in there
And push...

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art
skill
mastery
technique
seeking clues
gathering hints
reading subtle signs
interpreting the stars
keenly observing
wily expertise
listening
wisdom 
flair
art 
...

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You could read me, day and night,
Flip through every page of me
With your gentle fingers,
Lingering where you please,
And do more ..much more
If your heart desires.
...

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I met a girl,
She's a beauty,
Looking expensive in looks,
Bet she's incredibly rich,


Then she dances through the crowd,
Swaying slowly,
Stripping off, showing off,
Leaving on a pair of...

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The rich and their money,
the rich and their caviar.

The rich and their parties,
the rich and their friends.

The rich and their polo shirts,
the rich and their...

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See the splendor of pained poetic souls.

True poets are with art and nature crowned.
Reach Refaat a poet’s crown.
Mark him as chronicler of this scene of...

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