Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

A crying sky,
cool rain descends.
At the top, who
stays to the end?
What are we to find,
around the bend.
Adapt we try and
obtain the strength.
Embrace it we must,
when it goes wrong.
As it goes up,
so it must come down.
With every smile,
comes a frown.
People find love,
that they can lose.
How to cope,
is what to choose.

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~ vain argue with the muse
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~ She never flinches toward a smile
~ brazen scribe and any dare
~ a toying with her fastings
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~ At once will opt to co-reside with
~ History's Own is rearward-faced
~ the recording angel
~ can’t be coerced
~ separate from or otherwise
~ spoken in a future tense than
~ those she's clearly shown
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~ Frustrate now the scribe assays
~ slant the plumb line duly set
~ or tie the hands which bind him by
~ or thinks lesser of his muse
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~ As the somber comic draws no
~ laughter switches acts amid the
~ stare of long and silent audience
~ sidesteps known precaution where
~ judge a matter taking hold
~ by only one end
~ that other end to ensnare
~ full circle in due time
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~ Desperate scribe one last reprieve
~ too quick to swipe so lands a slap
~ searing pain throughout
~ the wrist for
~ marble measures wholly stone whose
~ eyes flash fires irrepress’
~ millennia of self-neglect
~ such the muse plus
~ History's Own
~ weep tears of glass the seal thereon
~ inkwell of the record-bears
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~ , ends slip-the-knot 02\04
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Life:We must live it,no matter whether we get all we
we want or gain nothing.We live it whether we hate it
or love it.We live it:whether we enjoy it or detest it.
Dreams:we must dream,whether these dreams become true
or not,we will always dream.
History:history will always be made no matter whether it's
good or bad.Whether united or fighting against each other,
history will always be made.
Stories:we must listen to them no matter whether these stories
are about other people or about us.We must listen to them
no matter whether the stories are sad or happy.Whether we tell
stories or not,we will always listen to one story or the other.Whether true or false,we will always listen to the stories.
Death:we must die whether we die great or die like losers.
We all must die oneday,no matter whether we want it or we
don't.No matter whether we have all or nothing,more will still
be born and more still have to die.

in the realms of fabrication
where dreams and nightmares
undecidedly lose their brass tacks
i was considering dancing a waltz
when i came across a pseudo old chap

i asked him if he could curl ones liver
as sobriety, melancholy and wistfulness
had simply become to much to bare
but he just shuffled and stared at me blankly
and said 'que veut dire ceci?

little star let me see you shine just once for me and my heart will be happy when i see finally my destiny let me dream wonderous dreams and feel my eyes looking out at the sea let butterflies fly and me never cry because for this year even better ill try

Golden sunbeams drape your presence
Silver moon storm, no dust settles
Purple soul light hides under your covers
Green forest paths lead to your gate
In a daze my lover stirs
Still hearing voices from such distant lands
I am hear beside you in an open window
Framing sunlight around your form
Golden rainbows leap out from your being
Silhouetted by the breezes of the Dawn
Still unconscious of your wanton plea
The awesome sun still paints behind the sky
I am a dream! my lover cries
Come to me or I shall die

My body lay torn in your arms as you agreed to take my heart,
I never knew a world so hurtful before you tore mine apart,
Tears of happiness and feelings of hope,
now just sit under my soul to you I was just a joke,
I gave you my happiness, my heart, and my soul,
You ripped it away from me, my faith you stole,
I lay here broken in pieces, confused and alone,
I feel nothing for you now like a heart of stone,
Bitter and tattered is my heart split in two,
I have moved on in my soul from you,
I shed the light for myself through and through,
I will never let myself fall for another now,
Until they prove to me they know how,
Know how to love me deeply and true,
My sorrows and sadness washed away from you!

Two parallel lines never cross
Even if you start drawing them at same time
A circle is a circle
Green leaves are not blue

A typewriter with handwriting letters
Can be useful
Would be nice
And easy

9th line of this poem
10th line of this poem
11th line of this poem
And this is the last line

In a simple glance
.
.
In a single word
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.
Wolves
.
.
a flickering
.
.
burn

for
joyfully
on this edge
a dance cerise
score unknown
clothed in luster
mortal its delight