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Margin Poems - Poems about Margin

Premium Member Narrow Margin
Placed Second in: This or That, Vol. 23 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh Narrow Margin ...

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Categories: margin, feelings, god, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Narrow Margin
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates, It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge, For a difference rather modest, makes the final call, When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss. If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride, Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide; When results are so...

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Categories: margin, life, perspective,
Form: Verse



NARROW MARGIN
By a narrow margin, I lost Too many times in countless plays For many times, I was like ghost Falling short from the light of days I dared the mountain top but fell Just before I could raise my flag The storms I dared, I could not tell To pitfalls and graveyards I dug I...

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Categories: margin, games, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Narrow Margin
Categories: margin, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Narrow Margin
- in those moments, it shines. The nostalgia of an upside down world glinting up through hourglasses of years, a mark impressed upon flesh; a scar harbouring simple childhood games inside a jagged line now faded. Occasionally it flares, reddens from a twist of skin uncomfortable, or in the tightness of early morning dressing; the twinge acts as an echo, a ripple, a...

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Categories: margin, analogy,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Narrow Margin
In the narrow margin between life and death, I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing. I'm a portrayal of metaphors, illuminating like spring's moon, who sunk like winter sunset, but arose like summer sunrise - my last breath an autumnal leaf. What is life but a blank canvas of expectations.. Time is an enemy of a poet's existence, death an...

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Categories: margin, analogy, how i feel,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Premium Member Narrow Margin
First printouts show Number One's, ahead, a feigned smile fades to a small office, two arms outstretched hold a desk instead, one ponders deeply surprising spread, one knew the field and tallies--cautious. Too close for comfort--it is strangling, for one with a compulsive pursuit, an icon mirage, cause a fawning, absorbs a sense of disbelieving, divert attention, be as dilute. Must be maintained for the...

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Categories: margin, allusion, analogy, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Narrow Margin - POTD
Narrow Margin 2-12-24 This or That Vol. 23 Poetry Contest - Edward Ibeh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Narrow Margin Between finite and eternity A thin sharp wire divides, Footsteps that often stumble, Arms flailing, Grasp for balance in pockets of sparse air Staggering in storms, battered by choice, Between the lines of saint and sinner, Wild things or all the power of forgiveness, Time challenged...

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Categories: margin, conflict, relationship, space,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Narrow Margin
I'm the part that exists That you think nothing of, A gap to keep neat your work. I'm the part that exists To remain clear, to be filled On every single text filled page. Consciously or not, I'm put in place. And by so, I give you a chance To note down something important. I'm the part that exists, That nearly gets a look. A look...

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Categories: margin, writing,
Form: Free verse
Margin
The sun will rise like a golden fish over the far bank, but for now a cobwebbed sky clings to the curling water. This is the margin where dawn issues through nights last gleam in ghostly drifts. The dewy daylight arrives a veiled lace flecked with gold. Reeds rustle, stir a dark mud into green ripples. Dragonflies climb stems to dry damp wings. A standing heron appears, its eyes are star-bright. Mallards...

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Categories: margin, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Margin of Error
Margin of Error By Mark D. Stucky If, statistically, Adam and Eve hadn’t exceeded Eden’s margin of error, would lambs now be lounging with lions? Would toothy T-Rexes have been vegan? Would we love our neighbors and enemies as we love our less-than-perfect selves? Would we make war no more and have peace on earth? But, certainly, mistakes were made! And now, we should wherever possible correct...

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Categories: margin, corruption, god, humorous, recovery
Form: Free verse
Premium Member A Professor's Margin Notes
Can this really be called poetry? If it makes absolutely no sense, A plea for someone to notice you Really, I don’t mean any offense, But if it has neither rhythm nor rhyme The stanzas are without a theme, Speaks to no specific event or place As generic as a boring meme. Away with that well-worn thesaurus! Try describing a seasonal scene Maybe, tell an...

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Categories: margin, meaningful, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Why Is America Embracing Marxisim Part One
Why is America embracing Marxism? When in Hong Kong, Venezuela, and Cuba people are embracing Democracy! Even willing to pay the harsh penalties of Communist regimes for the very freedom America is throwing away? Our public school systems, colleges and universities are hot spots for the doctrines of Karl Marx. He was a self confessed...

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Categories: margin, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The Girl At the Margin
Do you know how many times I have been shown the exit route? Countless times but I ignore the clue. Do you know how many battles I have won with my naked hand? None, except the one I won when I stooped to conquer. I don't know why the entrance porch is so inviting, With its thick...

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Categories: margin, heartbreak, introspection, pain,
Form: Free verse
Margin
The sun will rise like a golden fish over the far bank, but for now a cobwebbed sky clings to the curling water. This is the margin where dawn issues through nights last gleams its first ghostly drifts. The dewy day is ushered outwards, a veiled lace flecked with gold. Reeds rustle, stir a dark mud into green ripples. Dragonflies climb stems to temper damp wings. A standing heron appears, its...

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Categories: margin, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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