Slant Poems - Poems about Slant

I sould not stop for Death—Impatience— Spurred my footsteps on— His carriage lingered at the gate— But I had long since gone— -- The daisies whispered at my heels— The wind implored me stay— Yet Time unbuttoned from my grasp— And swept the road away— -- I met the dawn with breathless haste— Too swift to turn—too late—...

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As I am feeling so slanted, He continued what made him panted....

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take not at face value look slant and see new view truth may be hard to find and half-truths leave you blind trust not what first you see let your mind wander free sixth sense may shine a light on things that not seem right some face values deceive to lead you to...

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Loosing My Slant I’m Developing a View About a How of a Thing Letting Go of My Mistakes To See What Freedom Can Bring To Lose a Perspective of What Misdirection Sometimes Gives To Forget How to Win Just To Find a Joy That Still Lives Is It All a Lost Focus A Happenstance Chance? To Learn Just To Be Clear And To see How to...

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Tale of Supply and Demand Some sloppy light has fallen down, Where checkered mice drive kittens mad, And all the cheese is owned by dogs Who ride all night on giant slugs. Into this pool of sloppy light There slips a merman, small and slick, Whose only flaw is eating toads (He...

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THE SLANT RAINS They grew up in the same sprawling city Didn’t meet until they became neighbors He was struck by the radiance of her beauty The first time he saw her in twilight hours. With fantasy of love months passed him by He couldn’t muster the courage to talk to her Except for uttering smile-laced passionate ‘Hi’ Whenever they chanced to cross...

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I challenge you to a rhetorical to prove me wrong else be unconventional ‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical everyone’s so radical and cynical once burnt all swear to now be rational petrified to be poetical and get physical relationships always problematical they start off superficial hardly practical usually nonsensical and contradictional end up analytical emotional or...

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What is time? But a rotation of the planets, A love gone to the wind, Or a setting of the sun? Sometimes we can’t tell the day, But by the bottle we drink. Or the books I read, …Plato, Steinbeck, and old Walts leaves. What is art? But a set of statements, An aesthetic feeling,...

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I That Eyes Wind For Love know ...

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When the poems sound ordinary, change your pattern of life. Live more than write awhile. Go out and run a mile. Get yourself a new wife. Visit an observatory. Sit and zone awhile. Witness something vile. Fall deep in love. Be reaped by love. Break a woman's heart. Get your heart broken. Just press down the lead to start, the only saving token. Write, live with vigor and unatched hunger of...

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