Best Aped Poems

I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror,
Because this so called reflection is not really me.
I think he is a stranger that...

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The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!

No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be...

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"We have more ability than willpower, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible". Francois de La Rochefoucauld


A...

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I aped to a blue heron to a man who wrote his deed.
Once you're at the final of the story, no woe is needed.

If death...

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On an early morning just before school
My tummy is churning my head hurts too
My feet are cold my forehead is hot
I have a runny nose...

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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught         
of the onslaught of killing time depicted. 
Minutes run...

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Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded.
Every creature that has lived inside the rocks.
A long-forgotten former planet has appeared.
Awareness arises as we break...

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In the wilderness, my cry
Echoes back at me:
My poetry wanes.
And sinks into oblivion
Like the thousand and one discordant notes
That issues out of my braying mouth.
Where...

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Come one come all cam one holds her tall cam two lights and all four horses trollop 
away in the night. Alive at five Adult...

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So you think you are a poet,
but your work, it don’t show it

Lots of Yeats and Shakespeare 
rip offs; Wordsworth aped, many 
spin-offs

Puerile nonsense, bibs...

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Once a flower child
Always a Moon Child
Generations of Cancerians
Have aped the crab with tenacity
Large eyes and agility
Moving side-to-side silently
Moody on mournful days
Joyful in the sunlight
Giver...

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Out of you and me,
The colors of our skins
And our humanity,
Comes the scarred history
Of the home of the brave
And the land of the free;
Where it...

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Dreaming is a choice,
Suchlike a breeze
Or a blooming rose
Petals flourish anyway,
I have dreams and - fantasies
This wave of fancy
Suchlike fresh air to my spirit
My muse...

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In the evening of this beautiful sunshine day
I took a cooling-off walk through the park.
There I saw buoyant ducks and little ducklings
Watching a bullfrog sitting...

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A nun was raped, and the lawmen gaped;
Theres talk of culture, yet the west is aped. 
Churches were torched, while a nation watched; 
The rest...

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