Best Account Poems

For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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How does one measure love in scope or scale?
  For if such ledger ever was designed
Then logic would over the heart prevail.
  So...

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I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the...

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Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.

It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm...

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Dear Ex,

I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.

It was my blameworthiness that allowed the...

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I spent my life working hard
Built a house paved with slabs
Garden grass with rainbow roses
Show house bank account and cars

 A lady from the village...

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This tribute’s to dear Teppo Gren
He supported both women and men
His account’s now deleted
As his friends were mistreated
He will not post on PS again’

To newbies,...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her...

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December 2017

Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the...

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Men ...
  Giving advice to OTHER men, on women
    That's funny ... ironic "funny", I mean, (though I did chuckle)
 ...

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The Master left to go away,
But, being wise and just,
He first called forth three servants and
Placed Talents in their trust.

According to their proven skills
He portioned...

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I close my weary eyes
I quake and tremble
The meaning of life losing its hold,
Losing its wonder
In this magnifying, mystifying Sadness

Where is the river, 
Where is...

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'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
          And with finances dead,
      ...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind,...

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