Best Aimed Poems

...In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway
To hold a party in his h......

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Before you read my poem below please know:
This poem is generalised and not aimed at any individual
It is solely my observation and voice!

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Why must it be analysed and dissected
......

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...It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come insi......

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...I See You...

Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle your mind.

Hocus and......

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...I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable 
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind crack......

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...There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail
But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail 
That day Queeny Holly and her gang rode into town, guns blazing ......

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...Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are car......

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...There was a fussy bovine named Flossy
who was snooty and always so bossy
her udders would droop
when she took a poop
She bellowed until her eyes got glossy

Flossy had teeth like a barr......

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...Happy Valentine's Day
                                     Dear martyr in heaven's 
                                           Wonderous Glow
                                     There's a holiday......

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...If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, 
nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, 
and a soul dead from mourning.       ~ by poet


I heard the fai......

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...I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the s......

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...Sing for me the sweetest song 
of love when life was still so young.
Those tender times and days devoid 
of cares and wants troubling the old,
when smiles and laughter ruled the day,
......

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...It’s like you’re
in a game of
love, a game I
can’t take part

I’d play the
role of Robin Hood
trying to steal
your heart

The game
you’re in it had
you trapped within 
its dungeon cell 

A barren
pla......

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...I wonder where I will be 
when the sun sets on me…
for if I were a flake of snow,
a dying breeze, or autumn leaf...
then I’d know.
I am but a blink of a father’s eye
desperate for answers t......

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...The sparkle of charity is alive and well
It’s the grounds for cohesion and solidarity
Making spiritual gardeners of us all

Goodwill marries kindness
Sharing bounty with open heart
And helping ......

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