Introspection Word Play Poems

gilt
but of intricacy
of a mirror’s frame
guilt
shown an ember in me
am I not the reflection’s heel
am I not intrinsic
   asked, though eschewed
you judge me...

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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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Mishaps can result in delitescent miracles... :)
as butterflies can breathe via hidden spiracles...

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I am tired of politics 
On the left the ideas are always right
And on the right there is no humanity left
No one ever changes their...

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It was Jazba and lots of Chewed Khat
That saw me enter an altercation 
With them boys in blue add a rivally
Between service men and Guradians
The...

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Every night, the train's melody unfolds 
Its resonant hum, a whispered cosmic sigh 
In the depths of sleep, its secrets it holds 

Time and existence...

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Erwin’s orange tabby isn’t dead.
You must open the box, 
Coax it to come out.
Stroke its poor neglected head.

Ivan was a good boy,
Yet he took a...

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I offen soffen neether content nor intent,

       eether explicit or implicit about 

      ...

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I am the ocean
You are a cave
I am entitled 
But you,sir, are brave
Into your crevices 
I will creep
I am vast 
But you are deep
I am...

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You excite my sight
I lovingly  adore you
More than words can say
You delight my spite
Sensibly ignorant without you 
Your tender touch will always and
Forever ignite...

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I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right 
seems I only saw him with...

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Everyone writes
perhaps not with
pen and pad
but the soul is
a slate, sometimes
a lifetime indelible

I pray, when leaving
this world I am allowed
to take Whiteout and an
eraser: the...

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"They see." 
So I'm told,
As if I'm to know what that means.

Just another thing said,
Without need for all
the head.

"See?"

The preponderence of "sight" slipped into mine,
And...

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