Best Amounting Poems

At day's end a retreating sun banished
Awestruck we witness its closing farewell
Silently the last veil of hue vanished
Our woes amounting to mere bagatelle

Nightfall air transfixed...

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At times we tend to feel nothing but pain,
feeling like we have nothing to gain,
our hearts once again a wrecking ball and a chain,
on our...

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It came to me
upon reflection
Life is one
great big collection

Starting with a
teddy bear
and ending with
a gasp of air

The time between
those points is rough
accumulating
all this stuff

Books and...

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In that meteoric moment
she exhibited eternal qualities of wonderfully wrought womanhood,
calm,disciplined and candid,
adorned with few distinctions from the rest behind her
the loving leadership was projected...

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Great stature, 
enormous strength; 
huge, colossal
the way my heart exploded 
so many different ways to express it
Does anyone hear the sound a heart 
Makes when...

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to friend or not to friend, that is not the question
I'll be damned but I'm game
These facts cannot be left unstated
whether it is right to...

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gripping numbness
ripples across my face,
infinite timed tears
burn through my skin, 
glittering a fire
of unrivaled suffering 

grief beyond measure 
rips apart my psyche, 
keening at a...

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Stayed at Home Instead

For a while in salt water we would splash
After that lay down and start to crash
End up dreaming of the many things
Which...

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A dumb officemate landed a promotion but not me,
it's alright, it was not based on good looks anyway.

I am grossly underpaid but come to think...

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In the vastness of space,
Emptiness is vague,
Where miracles take place,
A disposition to create,

It starts with a molecule,
Then a few into clumps,
Growing in momentum,
To an uncountable...

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 "You stir the peak of my night holding my vision in sight. The blue of your eye roams in my midnight sky"   
 ...

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I sit in the chair, nervous and accepting of the fate I have created. I have earned the right to be here, through careful planning...

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One, Two, Three
The Sea.
Four, Five, Six
Broken Sticks.
Seven, Eight, Nine
Never be mine.
Ten.
Here I am again.
Counting,
The numbers keep amounting
To what?
I do not
Know....

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Poverty seems like a repellent stuck on the poor
Whose only fault lies in owning no property or asset to parade
Among wealth admirers and worshippers to...

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They say society's heart
is changed by story
and not by theory.

But what is history
if not also a theory about evidence
for healthy and pathological stories?
Experiences,
narratives,
parables,
analogies,
ecologies,
theologies
with active Yang...

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