Poetic Poems - Poems about Poetic

The muse has no fingers Possesses no internal abacus Cannot fathom fractious patterns …take one word from line A And two from line B Skip line C Use it as line D Drop C into C With six you get Egg Roll ...

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When angels took my love in dawn's white light, I wallowed in the wake of fate gone wrong; too weak to fight my demons in the night, too numb to know the gift that was her song. Like brittle leaves left dying in a field I longed to rise on autumn's gusty breeze. Without the...

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She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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IN POETIC RELIEF Laying here musing, I feel as if an ice cube Peeing in warm thoughts: My poetic cistern filled, I now pour out this to you:- ...

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She wasn’t just beautiful— she was the pause between two heartbeats, the way the moonlight lands softly on a world too harsh for light. Her eyes held galaxies, but not the loud, burning kind— the quiet ones, where stars learn to listen before they shine. Her smile wasn’t just a curve— it was a promise, a soft unraveling of every storm I’d ever carried. She spoke in silences that...

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WORDS Loose words, half-dead letters... When, however, carved into poems, they gain the poetry ...

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Like a lone flower in the silence of still air— a graceful young girl, modest in her quiet glow, unseen by the insecure. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This poem reflects a girl whose beauty and elegance go unnoticed in a world too loud and shallow. Like a flower blooming in stillness, she radiates quiet strength and modesty. Yet, it is this very purity...

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J-ust O-ffer Y-ou M-y A-ffection, N-ow G-azing A-t N-ame's I-nked P-oetry ©bfa050525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Joy Manganip) ...

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TO POETIC REAPING In the mind’s garden, the poem of poems, germinates in its fertile soil: The poem’s ripening word-fruits seeded with enlightenment:- May poetic grace be reaped from rhythmic sows of flowing guidance:- May poetic words be cultivated throughout all of the seasons:- In the mind’s garden may inspirational grace forever blossom: And may encouraging light ever be sun-shined:- Praises be to God for fertilizing my mind’s poetic garden:- ...

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D-ay O-r N-ight, I-'m T-hinking A-bout A-nything V-ery I-nteresting L-ike A-lliteration ©bfa051625 Monocrostic (Birthday of Donita Avila)...

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In the shadows of our nation's promise, Some stand waiting, papers clutched in hand, While others cross where fences compromise, And find a different welcome in this land. I've seen the tired faces at food banks, Veterans who fought beneath our flag, The elderly with medicine too dear, And families whose futures start to sag. Not hatred...

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When creativity whispers in the dark, A voice both foreign and familiar, I wonder: who am I to answer? Who am I to shape these words into being? The blank page waits, patient as winter, While doubt circles like a restless crow. Perhaps today I'll listen to its cawing— Perhaps tomorrow I'll be brave. But something stirs beneath the hesitation, A current older than...

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Have to admit.. do have a bit Of a trenchant penchant Alright adore southpaw purveyors Dabbles..pique aroused..rabbles in the stands roused Unique sleek cheek of their chic espoused Bowlers...reduced to trollopes Us seduced by players with not Just a dash of flash panache But hefty lefty dollops Innings built by the lilt of lyrical levers which tilt to the hilt Lush lullaby...

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Beyond a job there is a career there is satisfaction there is growth there is excitement there are endless tomorrows there is a purpose there is education there is joy there is fulfillment there are welcome surprises there is a reward there is competition there is pride there is achievement there are stacks of benefits. Not thinking beyond ‘A job’, you...

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Dad's workshed dusty with cobwebs, cans and jars holding odd stuff old tools hang on hooks waiting for old...

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