Best Micropoetry Poems

#Micropoetry
Wavering panes of light
Reflected on sleepy lakes face
Darkened cushion of water
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In the shattered silence
Your deafened ears
Won't hear my screams
I'm a walled up rejection
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Taste of bitterness
When you are
leftover - for dustbin
Sumptuous life's extravaganza
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So much left unsaid
burgeoning, to break free
For today I did some talking
With my sneakered feet
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Just when we forget
Gods justice hammer
Heavenly earthquake swallow
Truant ego up whole
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Protesting purple
Blasphemy eloquently
Day after the big run
Wildly raging red
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Bunch of burgeon yellow
Rise skywards in a golden canvas
Puffed exuberance bellows below
Tiny tots excellence personified
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A whirlpool of anger
Whorls inside outside
Universe swing'n out of control
Pivots on promises empty n naught
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Elusive like
smoke from
lit incense
Whirls lifting
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Tossing on my pillows
I spied the dawn
Don a brilliant orange
Ochre hem peeping below
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# micropoetry
Carpet crimson untrammelled blooms
Crochet of velvet o'r paved concrete
Weeps lone city bred African Tulip Tree
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Sunlight toddling hide n seek
Netted high above in canopy
Waving waxy winsome weaves
Speckled sheets upturned leaves
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#Haiku # Senryu
Scattering rectangular
Lights on concrete in twilight
Reflects a heavily decked
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for a life career
of professional thinker
since it never stops
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air intoxicates
with humidity edging
life out of our lungs
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walking away free
overlooking the heartache
that is sure to come
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birds repeat the sounds
wind wildly blankets through air
small creation gifts
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I master myself
and speak slow while repeating
stories others love
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disguised in the heart
a thick bitter reminder
of death's companion
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MOONLIGHT'S ADDICTION

It's dark night,
Still you are bright.
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Jewel of old world
Heart of all prayers
Birthplace of religions
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my hand cannot write
when faced with your dark whispers
only touch your skin
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discussed
the weather again
innocent of inner life
raging in us both
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welcomes the dying
returning now to the earth
it all sounds like time
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the world grows smaller
with each interior view
centering on love
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you pick the flowers
from the garden of my heart
proud of your singing
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you take it away
quick as winter approaches
starve the earth till spring
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sometimes we remember the dreams
in the life we rely on for bread and wine
then strive to recall which breath taken
contained the true call for sustenance
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I hate reading words
of suffering self pity
throw the notebook out
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I will wake up dead
and realize with pleasure
I've served enough time
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at the door waiting
to decide whether to step
out and melt away
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