Best Answer Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed and he lied and they think that he cheated
While she...

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I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to

How did this happen,
amidst words, phrases,
stones skipped on poetic ponds
Not looking for or expecting
a touch to the heart, a caress,
yet it came

I fell, head first into a joy,
a blissful feeling
I had not felt before
You said the same,
wishes made on...

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My life surpassed, fades long, yet fast
(Below the dirt, my coffin's cast)
Despite how deep, however vast
I'll dwell inside that vacant mass
It's only He that understands,
The One that gave me Poet's hands
So tell me please, if you can-
How from dust arose a Man?...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche —
we all need a delicate pinch;
brachial bruising a warning

all the flowery talk dispels the magnitude
of cancer, the carbuncle of abuse,
the...

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I look to the couch where he used to sit
There is an empty place there
No one else would fill it
There was his lair
His indent
Prayer
                     ...

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Yes we are,
we are the poets of today
and tomorrow,
and we shall be forever.
Let them know that we are just writers
as our grand parents who had the talent we have!
Yes we are,
we are here to educate people
who knows how to read and write,
and those who love...

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What is the meaning of life and death?
Why do some grow old & babies die before their first breath?
Where is God and why have faith?
When will there be justice and why speak the truth?
What is war about and why do men hate?
Why do some feel...

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The shadows creep and faintly in the sky,
stars begin to come to us with gentle light.
And once more our fancy doth take flight
with man's eternal question " oh God, why?
What place have we when then we die,
railing against the unknown we still fight.
Often that query...

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Idiosyncrasies, what are they?
I know I am eccentric,
I get more so every day,
My strange ways and weirdness,
Are always-on display,
I cannot hide it,
I often lose the plot.
I can't count my idiosyncrasies,
Because I have the lot.

thank you for your clever Poem, Deb
I think I read the lot.
Was...

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Trillions of suns, my mind is awed
Distances as unfathomable as the face of God

In sense living, and sense divine
To lose myself, I find other minds

It’s not insignificance, the growing feeling
But connectedness leaves my soul reeling

Not random chemistry on a spiritless grid
But divinity that is no...

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The shooting star across the Heavens, stops my eye.
I wonder at this marvel in the nighttime sky.
I feel a yearn
watching it burn.
Will the stars take note when leaving is my turn?

My thoughts turn to the vastness of the sky,
wondering will I find my way there...

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I am the falling star within your dream
and upon your beauty my lights will stream
glittering
fluttering
a thousand lamps falling and shimmering

Dream under the night sky firmament
all the bright stars are Heaven's ornaments
oh just dream, dear
with not a fear
I will hover close and kiss every tear

Sweet dreams,...

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My God does not sit just upon a thrown;
He lingers in the slums and the trenches of groans,
But He does not require arduous tasks to atone.
He gave us Grace through death on the cross--
The hope that through Christ none have to be lost,
And we are...

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When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When...

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From the error of my ways 
in the blink of one's eyes 
falling backwards I called out 
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy echoed 
as warm blood soaked the hands 
running through fingers wetly 

I roared in a broken state for help 
a...

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