Best 190 Poems

downy snow crystals

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My garden is such a colourful sight,
with pretty roses and scented sweet peas.
An abundance of blooms, what pure delight!

Beautiful butterflies gently alight
on flowers dancing on...

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Long ago when I was a child my sister died,
Everyday in grandmas arms I cried and cried;
Time ticked and grandma left and I had...

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Cattle Drive

Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around

The cattle...

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Rising above the destitute land
Barren are the quiet hills now
Echoing terrain's vacant sound
There, where sweet home was.

Tree uprooted quivers gently
Its scattered mangled remains
Swaying aches of...

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The artist sighs with deep regret,
too late to stop, the colors wet,
greens and blues and purples met,
pollute and blur his raw sunset.

A baby stirs, begins...

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a first sip of miso soup
exotic and warm
forging a downward path
flowing like a life force
transporting me
as I close my eyes
to a timeless moment
sharing with countless...

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Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me...

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Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The...

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Speeding down the highway
I lament my life so far
and meanwhile Death is gleeful,
riding shotgun in my car.

So I crank up the volume,
speakers thrumming bass guitar,
but...

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Lord when I am hurt
I am a dying flower-
s t r e n g t h  will be stronger

I will raise my head
and...

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"50 Words for Poe: St John"




St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game

Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast...

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*The Boy Who cried German*

  Although Ikeh was as nervous as ever he still gathered a little guts to address those sluts. He always...

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from AEROPLANE POEMS 
              
BY NICK ARMBRISTER
ISBN: 978-1-4452-2045-1

MESSERSCHMITT DEATH MACHINE
Yankee terror bombers...

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Being a man is more than just being male.
And for those who disagree, just listen.
Who are you to tell a woman that she doesn’t look...

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