Best Obscure Poems

simply blither
simply obscure
obscure lingo
obscure form
form of creation
form the phrase
phrase the question
phrase for the play
play on your knees
play in the yards
yards of meter
yards of counted
counted on your fingers
counted on your toes
toes of glory
toes which dance
dance in lines
dance in time
time to form questions
time to answer
answer the phone
answer...

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The obscure little poetess 
Leans forward in front of her screen
Her fingers fly over the keys
As she writes up her little dreams

Each tiny key that she presses
With her butterfly touches, light
Brings to life her deepest feelings
On her computer screen so bright

She pauses for just a...

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it takes time but we are aware as thinking creatures
that eventually work their way through the benefits
of a scientific probability this and statistical that age
ads and news casts saying buy computer inventions
digital obstruction of natures analogue scale of truth


stan sand...

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F-elt
R-apture's
E-normous
D-elight
E-agerly
R-emains
I-n
C-heer's
K-een

J-oy
A-s
M-irthful
E-motion
S-imply

B-rings
R-emarkable
A-nd
D-ivine
L-aughter
E-asing
Y-our

M-ind
O-nce
O-bscure
R-ain
E-vaporates

Topic: Birthday of Poet Frederick James Bradley Moore II (July 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Oh, you’re cool. Deck.
With your battered copy of Naked Lunch
tucked away in your thrift-store
		-satchel, it’s definitely a satchel-
that holds your cigarettes,
the ones you bummed last Wednesday,
and the extra scarf you keep with you
	at all times
just in case your neck gets cold,
which it seems to often,
even...

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Guilty  

Temptation so heavenly it's secret I hide 

Between linens,  other obscure places, I always lie

My heart refuses to relinquish control     My pride

To hell I know I'll ride because of the secret I hide inside


I blame myself not having...

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Sometimes I sit on my loneliness
In a place full of quietness
and Listen as my heartbeat
to the rythm of time
And dream that one of the days
A voice trapped in my inside
Will come out as loud as thunder
To make a sudden impact
To be admired by the whole...

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The cash and carry of love
Which summer doth requisite
When will thou birth me a dove?
Soon autumn will bid for hunt-		5
To gratify winter’s drudge
Oh! Far is the sight of spring
None can pacify better
For season flies without wings
And quick does it charm scald beauty
 Of whose time...

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Searching for signs 
Of my beloved obscure.
What could I be DREAMING OF.
A mended heart.
A painless heart.

My beloved EMERGE from
The shadows.
My heart is pained also.
Our love as one.
Our love has won.

Announce to the world  
This love BEGAN...

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Ogling over an oval clock that is eight o’clock…I can help myself actually…
Being who I really wanted to be in life – I took an obsessive oath of anonymous substantial substance…
Slang words used to shatter me like thin and thick glass…shaking shrewishly and shimmering shamelessly…
Crazy...

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gray clouds in ether
elicit voyage to soul
sparkling shine again
















8-11-2016...

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Literature is herself a clown.
Without this coming first,
no great art is made
except glooms of ***** authors
peddling like traders of a trade.
 The second needed
is the dying of the tedious
sigh,
the writer must drown in happiness
and be filled in joy.
What covers will stay
and what empties will become
an...

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It is three am, and I wonder where you are, and why I am without you.........
Tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock.....
Each clock clamorously claims victory ~
Fleeting
Victory...

The sound of tires on a wet, dark highway is amplified, and I wonder how
Many of those travelers...

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The obscure little poetess 
Leans forward in front of her screen
Her fingers fly over the keys
As she writes up her little dreams

Each tiny key that she presses
With her butterfly touches light
Brings to life her deepest feelings
On her computer screen so bright

She pauses for just a...

Continue reading...

assiduous ambiguous analogy 

2/20/2018


Poetry Contest: A Three Word Poem 
Sponsored by: Bobby May...

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