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Short Inconspicuously Poems

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Premium Member Masked Heart
The cries of a silent heart In the face of pain Pumps dry tears Whispers of a broken heart Inconspicuously smile Shattered words Lay
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Categories: inconspicuously, depression,
Form: Free verse



Silently More
Unconventionally more,
more or less.
More isn’t much more,
nor is less anymore less.
Time and faith, 
maintaining keen perspective.
Inconspicuously but fundamentally,
it is... undeniably more....

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© Tom Pen  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: inconspicuously, destiny, devotion, endurance, faith, growth, i love
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Below the Horizon
The sun smiles a greeting at me
I meet his wan rays graciously
unblinded, unbowed
unblinking -- 
I hold the cards now
in December
the sun's played his hand --
Pale, absent fire
he slips
inconspicuously 
below the horizon...

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Categories: inconspicuously, sun, sunset,
Form: Imagism
The Final Crown
Time ticks acute to oblivion
From the melancholy mannequin to love’s aquarium.
I kiss the last clown, the last frown
Our hearts drift inconspicuously into the unknown.

Phantom world, feel me!
Star by star we flick, to find the final Crown
May all be free, may all gain entree....

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Categories: inconspicuously, devotion, imagination, introspection, life, love, mystery, passion,
Form: Free verse
BRICS
There was a time back in 2009
A group of countries inconspicuously
got in line

In line to build, build, and build
Brazil,  Russia,  India, China and South Africa 
inaugurated the big guild

A mission to lay brics upon brics
And build a new mansion replete with rooms
that's Magnifique

Meanwhile, the old mighty dollar is losing 
its might 
BRICS are steadily being laid and the new
house is growing in height...

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Categories: inconspicuously, africa, america, history, international, money, political, power,
Form: Rhyme



The Truth
The truth comes to me
The truth loves me

But I don’t love the truth
Unless it’s the truth of couplets

Winding and twisting their way
In and out of waxy eardrums

Gone bad.  I don’t know the sound
Of birds wings beating against 

The rhythm of blues
But blue skies have no rhythm,

Only harmony.  And harmoniously 
Inconspicuously I crawl 

And my shadows torture those
Who would like to watch.

I don’t know why you would like to
And I hate you for it....

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Categories: inconspicuously, angst, truth,
Form: Couplet

Book: Shattered Sighs