Best Aw Poems

This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Constance La France, using some of her poem titles. This is, again,  inspired by...

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As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos...

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Well, my father was a farmer, just chickens and cows
When it came to raisin' 'em, he really knew how
To milk those bovines for all they...

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It's just August and I can't wait
to ramble with you through the countryside
that sparkles in a fresh glossy green cover;
After long spells of rain, the...

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A.W. Nutter

Pounding the pulpit with his fist
Sweat dripping from his brow
Preaching about Gods top ten list
The sinful Jews with their golden cow

Same old messages still...

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Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this...

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One of many dark moments in America's History, home of the brave and the free.


A.W. Nutter

“Let the bullwhip sing”
“Stifling freedoms ring”

My sweat soaked shirt
Was quickly...

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This is my humble tribute to our dear Soup member Andrea Dietrich, using some of her poem titles. This is actually inspired by a contest...

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Some people can be so ignorant
I know they're not to blame
They see me in my wheelchair
And say “Aw, isn't it a shame”?

I say “Hello, I’m...

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War leaves scars. They are emotional. They are physical. They are spiritual.

My brother had proposed to my sister-in-law on Valentine's Day, and so it was...

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Pweeze wet me expwain, officer - 
I taught it was dat wascally wabbit agin...
buwwowing under my ewectric fence,
eating up my cawwots. wettece, my bwoccoli
and-and...even my...

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There she sits, in such pure and innocent beauty 
She thinks feeding the ducks is her newest duty
Her smile lights up the dark shadows on...

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A.W. Nutter

Trespassing through my domain
Your excursion has become a habit
Sampling your fruit I must abstain
My lustful cravings I try to inhibit

Gliding across the forest floor
Your...

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I sit here in the park amidst a carpet of green speckled with buttercups and daisies
A pale blue sky above ceilings my room as I...

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So nice talking to people, on same frequency as me
Builds up my confidence, whilst decreasing insanity 
Sometimes feel I’m the only one, seeking out truths
Then...

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