Best Babe In The Woods Poems
Mediocrity MonstrosityA glint in the black, like stars
Pearly, polished, pointy peaks of a fiend
Fangs of self-deprecation, puncturing every effort
Coursing the flow of doubt, discouragement and defeat
I may not see your face, beast,...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, analogy, introspection, metaphor, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Cliche HeavenCliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, confusion, cool, crazy, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Lissa Marie
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, allusion, analogy, character, fantasy,
Form:
Prose
"a Soothing Touch"The old man
Sits alone,
A babe in the woods
Dead duck easy prey
A soft touch is offered,
I take the old one home
"Are these you're last days?" I ask,
He nods unknowingly
A shot of bourbon is given
Gratefulness he gives
With deep set eyes.
Sleep away now.
I'll never forget to remember
I too...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, sympathyold, old,
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A Soothing TouchOld man
Sits alone
A babe in the woods
Dead duck
Easy prey
Offer a soft touch
I do
Take the old man home
Is this your last days i ask?
He nods unknowingly,,
A double shot
Of bourbon i give,
Gratefulness given
With deep set eyes
Good-night old man
Sleep away,,,
Sleep in comfort
Where you may..
I'll never forget
To remember?
I...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, life, philosophy, sympathy, old,
Form:
Free verse
Artists At The VanguardTie my hands so I may not touch others with potent realities
Bind me from what transpires about ...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, future, poets,
Form:
Free verse
The Dead Life“The Dead Life”
(Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told)
Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head. Most nights are dreamy, some nights are sad.
Fears of...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, death, dream, life, remember,
Form:
Prose
Yours truly me just got acclimated to writing 2024Yours truly (me) just got acclimated to writing 2024...
whenever I needed to append the date to a document
Though the situation infrequently arose
for me to incorporate the year (2024 in this case)
or listen to a well trained
beetle browed foo fighter
named Jethro Tull
(in honor of an English...
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Categories:
babe in the woods, adventure, age, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse