Would you rather be viewing my very deep lucid dream art

The Ladder
My 2123 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

This is a dynamic ranking ladder of my poems that changes in real time as
votes are contributed. A poem migrates up the ladder in rank one step if it
wins a vote, and migrates down the ladder in rank one step if it looses a vote.


please add votes
2 at a time comparisons

exact string
Search My 2123 Quatrains      or show all ranked
(30 per page)
single word searches
recommended

  home = www.epicdewfall.ca  
  

Rank    
#451    Contestant one, do you have anything to-say.
Yes. I want to say "it's flashlight season".
Spotlight on the black-lamb top bunk resting.
Hidden among "several" quilts and reasons.
_

#452    Deep in the recesses of time's eyes.
A curve curves or a line lines.
Maybe it changes each asked for rhyme.
And mere darkness darks or mere shine shines.
_

#453    Like telling time by a clock hand's shadow.
I need just one source of right.
So as near as I can tell it's hello.
When winter strikes the night.
_

#454    In the middle of nowhere a small green plant said.
On a one inch white stem here's what I read.
I think I thought of thought while thinking.
And magically then I thought of thinking.
_

#455    When fun day, has to choose a style.
A whisper quiet will always hide by rain.
As if the witness of all, it has seen.
Might have, louder slants than drain.
_

#456    Waking up every morning.
To an hourglass-loud's silent price.
That's all anybody can do.
Is record the dice.
_

#457    I'm glad you came for tea and spreading.
Yes gossiping improves my health.
Oh probably we should start with that.
With of course the first-time being the trap.
_

#458    I was going to go outside.
I just need an artist to paint it all.
I'm pretty unlucky right now can someone?
Stand up "unless" their "rights" are small.
_

#459    Again and again it never ends.
Unloud like a dancing rain.
Somewhere in the faster light.
Not now, something simple claims.
_

#460    My mind keeps ringing. My inner ears.
Expecting pressures. As if weather shares.
The claws of nature. Are a little bit dark in here.
Rhyming helps. Shouts a louder fear.
_

#461    The "next" one is.
But how are they going to be "prudent".
Sometimes it's like having my own "driveway".
And I'm not smart enough to "move it".
_

#462    A new bath.
Twenty minutes a day.
Why wouldn't he.
Red wines and garlic say.
_

#463    You can't phone his apologies.
Excuse me, your shoulder is arcing-sparks.
Oh. I was trying to get to the boats.
Or sharks.
_

#464    Can he go pee.
No I don't think they need to. Not this year.
To keep things simple though.
They typically go each tear.
_

#465    In this area right-here.
I think they use a guidance system from above.
Her coveralls and her yard stick, to the table.
Archangels, that chalk boards love.
_

#466    It's all about the word impedance.
Do you dream of that.
Like a dance on figure skates.
To stop you they react.
_

#467    That's, what I'm worried, most about.
That waters, are not sure things.
Holding a match up to the problem.
Beholds our rights to wings.
_

#468    Diamond is not a pretty thought.
That shelter of the saddest king.
Each minute, of an average moment.
Disturbing his inner swing.
_

#469    It's, better that way you know!
To get free rights! And a tangled nose.
But wherever exactly roaming went.
I have no ideas, like pros.
_

#470    And lo however, I ride the bus.
A chapel, as quaint as far.
With war, as ample, as sitting brings.
The knowing what moves a car.
_

#471    Insane beleaguered people scream.
The fanciness we fall.
On running transportation.
Where waterbeds know all.
_

#472    But now? Would you take it?
Like Christmas again?
That nature of gold?
The standard, often?
_

#473    One pillow.
You just stood there "thinking" in the start.
I think it's trying to explain our-patience.
The "fundamentals" brooms hide in the dark.
_

#474    There's a man.
Shaking his fist at sparrows.
How can he take?
Care of planes near errors.
_

#475    Here's hoping our eyes, receive tainted feedback.
And what we believe, always slightly wrong.
So each and every, thing we touch.
Becomes slightly more like song.
_

#476    I'm a man, and I have jel-o fingers.
But the whole world needs to know.
If only I could type this out there.
That traffic is made of people's prose.
_

#477    I know there's alot of atoms.
But one somewhere contains your song.
And when you call yourself bad things.
I go there knowing that you're wrong.
_

#478    A darkness we won't test by leaving.
A tome where no distance is breached.
We live in a thing called a brain cell.
Knowing there are things to be teached.
_

#479    Eternity is not so cruel.
When it gives one ounce of time.
And sieves it through a magic rule.
No that's a mean that's kind.
_

#480    If you see my eyes looking out at you.
From the mask shaped hubcap of a car.
Give them a small amount of attention.
But not enough to scar.
_

Select a Page
Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 Next


  home = www.epicdewfall.ca  
  


please add votes
2 at a time comparisons

Man Against Eternity Tour

site logo man inside a box