Best Amounted Poems

Dreams of The Battle of Thymbra, Lydian-Persian War

In the midst of a battle I awoke thrown
walking over the crimson red dead.
Found and drew the shaft...

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(a poem by Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele) 
Sympathizing with every motherless child. 

The Pain of Motherlessness 
Is far beyond measure 
Especially for a green mind. 

Begins...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales...

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I won a battle
I came out on top
Your be happy to hear this
Maybe even jealous
I tried to write the perfect 
poem
I couldn't
They never quite did...

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London’s clock just struck three
A forewarning of events to follow
The gloomy afternoon, an old mans delight
The weather of no concern, working late into the night

The...

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This Isn’t What I Expected

Lusty-eyed dreams, 
Broken nightmares, 

This is what it has risen from the cream, 
This is not what I’d wished to fare,...

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Pawn
You've been a peon, lowly pawn your whole life
Never amounted to much,
nothing much ever went right
Grew up dirt piss poor,
never knew the reason why
you were...

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Sinister intentions are met with solitude
A ghastly grin greets the grimy windows
And who knows where the words will begin
But we all know they'll end in...

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Sleep well,
For I know the days of stone never gave you much.
And all the Shepherd boys,
All their treasures of gold,
It never amounted to what you...

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We love to make things and keep things.
We collect as much as we can, 
as if to suggest a certainty
in the length we'll have to...

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A fabulous dance started in Philadelphia.
Around 1960 was when it would occur.
Fans of this dance amounted to a plethora. 
The man who made it famous...

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There was a house at the end of my street
No-one lived there for very long
During the war, an entire family wiped out
When an aeroplane dropped...

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Mr. Leeds was an Englishman from across the sea.
In the New Jersey Pine Barrens he would soon be.
Here he settled down with a local wife.
He...

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Bushels and bushels of apple upon apple,
Canned, frozen, or fresh just couldn't keep up the pace.
Fallen fruit amounted to ripe fermented scrapple,
The solution of course,...

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(Unsigned, Sealed, and Delivered)

Part 1:
Oh I worked several years at Atari (1)
Always thinking, "It's too good to last,"
Bushnell's (2) leaving - hand writing on rampart...

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