Best 67 Poems
67 SuicidesMy eyes are open yet I see nothing
because there is nothing to see,
I go to my job and stare at the clock
there's nothing that I want to be,
I long to be conscious when I am
asleep
perhaps in my dreams I am free,
I seem alive but I'm...
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Categories:
67, angst, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Class of '67I remember
so well
the friends
that I made
when childhood
was wrapped
in blue sky
but I cannot
remember
the last time
we played
- and whether
we all said
goodbye....
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Categories:
67, childhood, growing up, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Hold Me Contest 67Why do you agree to hold me
What is this love of which you've told me
My mind is scattered, refold me
I'm here, in this moment, behold me
I want to be liked, remould me
Your words have controlled me...
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Categories:
67, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
- Haiku X 67 - La Vie De Paris -A pleasant evening
Romantic streets in Paris
Killed, done in cold blood
Picture as warzone
Music stops and ball rolling
A nightmares in live
The death in Paris
Fire with assault rifle
France close its borders
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Categories:
67, cry, evil,
Form:
Haiku
67 Camaro Small BlockI had a Camaro,
my pride and joy.
She was fast as the wind.
My " big girl's " toy.
A three fifty small block
engine that purred.
When I revved that motor
it was all that you heard.
Zero to sixty
on a dime.
I had a lead foot then,
most of the time.
...
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Categories:
67, car, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Haiku 67Haiku 67
cool mist’s embrace
Smoky Mountains hiding
morning miasma
white dogwood flowers
Tennessee deep forest shade
fiddleheads unfurl...
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Categories:
67, nature,
Form:
Haiku
67 CentsI got a call today from a bill collector. He said I owe 67 cents to me it makes no sense
why you call for only 67 cents. You say if I don’t pay you will put it in the news paper
that will cost...
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Categories:
67, funnyme,
Form:
Haiku - Iku - Number 62 Thru 67 Revised#62
bright hovering birds
sip from honeysuckle cups -
a tea monger's cart
#63
bees gather pollen
their legs and wings a blur -
golden alchemy
#64
frost punks spring's success
winter knife's the heart of fall -
summer love can't last
#65
man cuts word in half
and smiles - haiku 'less is more'
puzzle this 'sippi'
#66
pictures overwhelm -
give...
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Categories:
67, beauty, fun, life, truth,
Form:
Haiku
My 67 FordThough I was young and less than legal age,
I had a friend who co-signed forms… rampage!
At twenty-one, to me she seemed mature.
A confidence of trust that is for sure!
Oh how I loved that year; I was nineteen.
Yes, it was then I took out my first...
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Categories:
67, adventure, nostalgia, passion, car,
Form:
Couplet
Habitat 67An ephemeral
loyalty of unity
divides faded pride.
Cosmopolitan
this block upon block monument
shaded by white clouds
enclaved in stains switched
mundane tirades to acclaim
that spades lisp sunk hate.
To the fortunate
the philosophies that form
the thesis relics speak.
A purge that caused the turn
Decades of archivists exhibit it
The berth...the crane it built
Canada's...
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Categories:
67, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Writing Me At 67Cynthia
Faithful, frank, patient, true friend
Mother, worker, a writer's daughter, child of God
Lover of cats, books, poetry, and wonderful nature
Who feels blessed, at peace, and thankful for life
Who fears nothing, not bad news, or even earthquakes
Who would like to see Israel, Beijing, and again, Queensland
Resident...
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Categories:
67, blessing, joy, life, peace,
Form:
Bio
67 Anno DominiWritten on papyrus in the presence of different entities,
Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece,
Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease,
Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase,
If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased,
Then...
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Categories:
67, conflict, dark, history, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
No Title, Yet - 67I’ve traveled the world, yet feel I’ve gone nowhere.
My life seems to be one blur after another.
I’ve loved and lost and loved again with such care.
Yet, I’ve never become a wife or a mother.
I long for the touch of a newborn, baby boy,
A son with...
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Categories:
67, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Haiku 67summer breeze
folded paper
kites soar
-----
flowers
bloom brightly
mother's smile
----
flamingos
gathered in millions
crowded airways...
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Categories:
67, summer,
Form:
Haiku
Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 67The half elf watched as Lumi spoke with Chroí; then, in the center of the circle the soil began to move and from it appeared the Garden Elf. He said nothing, he never spoke. The elf turned to Gwaldon and Gwaldon gestured for...
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Categories:
67, christmas, fairy,
Form:
Epic