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malkavian three
His glowing golden eyes glistened with a comprehension beyond the mortal condition

A well-toned, tall, and tanned man, who most, not all, would call handsome

A brightly bleached stalactite overbite gleaned between the mean features of an...

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© Nathan D.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, dark, psychological,
Form: Bio

Premium Member I Was Tricked
This was down right evil - 3 against 1, how fair is that?!

Tony Boogerelli asked me straight out if I did, and, as he was expecting, I assured him that I do.
Tony told his sister,...

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Categories: accusingly, funny, humor,
Form: Narrative
Wearing wireless headphones as I listen to the news.
I'm outside watching children playing, taking in the views.
There is screaming in my ears two voices disagree.
A little girl serves her playmates imaginary tea.

They're speaking on the...

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Categories: accusingly, care,
Form: Rhyme
Just a Drop

Immaculate and pure.
Without blemish nor blame, only flames of beauty- which kills.
Two ripen pawpaws, sharp like the peak,
Of an hummingbird.	
Her physiognomy, brooding  eyes and a thin neck.
Her bewitching  gap, like...

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Categories: accusingly, betrayal, emotions, lost love, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Birthday Reflection
Happy Birthday Delightful Daughter of the Dawn
    ~Designed from the embers of my mind~

Pull down the shades of your blue eyes
Drifting towards evenings soft lullabies 
Supportive bunny pillow 'neath your head 

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Categories: accusingly, birthday,
Form: Lyric

Is That the Moon I See
Is that a moon I see,
Flickering its solitary eye down upon me.
Casting earth in the light of its mysterious glow.
Hurling shimmering rays upon the winter snow.
Is this heavenly orb some kind of monster eye.
Making me...

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Categories: accusingly, nature,
Form: Lyric

1.   About taxes, we have to pay them so why bother
Wasting breath complaining? And they’re spent on 
Useful stuff like nuclear weapons and world-tours for 
The Prime...

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Categories: accusingly, funnyme,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I am Alone
In the beginning, it was not too bad

Stay at home

Do not travel out

If you must stray, mask your identity

Distance yourself socially, seventy-two inches

An arbitrary amount

No visitors allowed

Lock your doors

My silver hair reveals my risk

Essentially, I...

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© Jim Hirtle  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, loneliness, lonely, longing,
Form: Free verse
King Of The Field
The bitumen sockets of a fox's skull gape out across 
an open field, testament to open-casketed interment. 
Starlings pulse ephemeral iredescence in a cascade of 
limitless water falls. Autumn's late sun throws shapeless 
shadows across...

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Categories: accusingly, nature,
Form: Free verse
Right at Wrong
I wake up in the morning
With the alarm clock going off
The Major League would hire me
If they got a look at that toss

Landing perfectly in the trash
On the other side of the room
Didn't wake up...

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Categories: accusingly, funny, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Take a pure shot from where you stand
and print me just the way I am

with no added colour of admiration, 
3D effects of willingness, 
or glossy prints of encouraging stimulus
For where I stand,
has no milky...

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Categories: accusingly, dedication, me, me, rainbow,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Silver shards of fractured light
Bleed from a street lamp
And mingle with the garish intrusions
Of neon annoyance.
These muddled attempts at illumination
Are reflected back to me
From the murky surfaces
Of pothole puddles.
Oncoming headlights
Catch me in the act of...

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Categories: accusingly, introspection, me, me,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member How Did My Sister Bear This
Mother's hair is whiter than it was a month ago,
her smile is gone; she has aged a hundred years
in thirty days, I do not recognize her.
vibrancy and enthusiasm have dissipated
She cannot sit up, swallow or...

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Categories: accusingly, death, mother, mother daughter, sister,
Form: Verse
Staring into a Log Fire
One winter evening things played heavily my mind did I had courage to face these sad reminders,
Staring into a blazing fire I saw many things I saw mostly sad things hardly any happy memories,
Dream faces...

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Categories: accusingly, angst, sad, me, world, fire, fire, me,
Form: Prose Poetry
With ear to the ground
I felt a slight tremble,
like the stir of a whispering breeze
breaking its covenant of silence.

Stoically solemn hills
partially cloaked in roaming shadows,
the sun swiftly swimming,
across the edges of dawn.

Large crackling trunks,
with gnarled...

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Categories: accusingly, nature
Form: Free verse
I stand staring into the water.
Battling the light, fighting past shadow.
Fleeting images skate along glass.
Uncertainty, doubt, nothing is plain.
Curious orange, glinted, then gone.
Rippled concentration, I frown.
Birds fly through a crocodile cloud,
then disappear into the grass.

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Categories: accusingly, angst, death, imagery, introspection, longing, memory, nature,
Form: Blank verse

Any  swimming thing  which boils or fries,
Like a codfish on shop icebed’s  amazed eyes, 
Open-mouthed  -   “Why me?” she sighs.
Crab in restaurant  tank...

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Categories: accusingly, me, me,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member She Puts Us Through Our Paces
She can hear a candy wrapper being opened a mile away.
She races home, and tears through her dog door,
Stares at us accusingly, gets on our laps, to smell our breaths.
We always save her a piece.


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Categories: accusingly, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th
Form: Free verse
Prologue to Spring
A frozen winter’s chill hangs in the air
Icy landscape under a cold clear blue sky
Frosty branches point skyward accusingly.

The cold brittle air catches in the throat
As if it is about to break in two as

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© David Wood  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, february, memorial day, spring,
Form: Free verse
So much for that
Today I tried to write a happy poem
but halfway through 
it started to cry
and when I asked it what was wrong
it cut it's eyes at me and told me
that I knew exactly what was wrong

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Categories: accusingly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
War Graves Visit
Across a dreadful field I walked,
Where bodies lay All torn and bent,
Their eyeless gaze stared back at me,
It seemed, I thought, accusingly.

I rushed out of the cemetery
And looking back neat rows of graves
Was all that...

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Categories: accusingly, war, world war i,
Form: Verse

7  15  pointers race accusingly.  Crawl out of bed.
Hurry to bus  8  00. Tulips open imperceptibly in the sun.
Bus creeps through gridlock.  Pointers spin in...

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Categories: accusingly, time,
Form: Personification
The day of the single glove

Hibernating from the spring until Autumn,
who knows where, maybe under garden heaps,
now triggered as December snowflakes come,
the single glove now rouses from it's sleep.
On pavements fingers point accusingly
or maybe show places where one might slip,

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© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, clothes,
Form: Sonnet
Premium Member The Dark Abyss
In the dark abyss that is my mind
Amongst the spider webs I find
A distorted being of some kind
Covered with thoughts that are sublime

He’s wearing a cloak of mystery
Having gotten lost in history
He stares and blinks...

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© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, introspection,
Form: Monorhyme
He was a silent man.

He stayed upstairs, typing unceasingly
and during dinner, mumbled accusingly
nothing ever finished

That evening he noticed, 
saw his child sitting in the distance
alone, he crossed the field

He teased; they played, 
among the blades...

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© Angie Mae  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: accusingly, childhood, daughter, father, introspection, life, love, son,
Form: Narrative