Best Bided Poems

it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as we expressed
our mutual love of words
i was excited, i was learning,
unbeknowst to me, i was his prey..

many months and thousands...

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Beautiful, frivolous queen bided her time. 
The castle stood tall and strong.
Silence reigned.  No one dared to speak.
Below the enemy had gathered ready for a fight.

A little soldier thought he was just a pawn
in the hands of the King. Someone sent him a message.
He...

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To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION

The small winding valley was cold and dank.
Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly.
Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil fog 
that, like a black shroud, spread itself over the valley.
 
No one ever dared intrude in the mouldy meadows...

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The Creatures had gathered at the usual place
    to hear what the candidates would say.
It was time to embrace who would make their best case
    and so be declared Boss for the day.

They shifted their feet and pawed at...

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Bestowed with life by One powerful Divine
Gracious with His love scintillating shine

I traverse roads: rose and weeded grounds
Flaming with a soldier's will to expound

From dawn begins my journey til sun sets
So many roads bided, my ownself to sweat

Courage bullets, I fire and fire
Pursuing success my...

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A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over the mist filled by the charismatic. 
An ecstatic jubilation bided...

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I left you in the corner of my mind 
with teenage memories of my puberty. 
I put thoughts of you in a box in the 
attic of my recall, along with others from 
that time, and there you lay, 
settled, gathering dust. 

Gathering dust. 

I...

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Time stopped.
Cynthia, frozen in glass shoes.
Time stopped
when she’d not accepted his proposal.

Prince Nicholas bided his time
to think. How could he persuade this lass
to wear his ring?

He looked over this fine partygoer.
She was having a ball,
so what happened?

Clues were all around.
Her fairy godmother, in stasis, hovered...

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VIC’S PLACE
 by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

When I come to I’ll start a new path
The one I’m on solicits her wrath
When the alarm went off I moved not an inch
If I opened my eyes a brawl was a cinch
I felt her rise and move to the edge...

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Oh to my life tale
Mystic errors affirmed.
The trust of fatherhood beguiles
My little breast.
Oh to my life tale 
Trust thus father sunk
To my sanctity in valour
 And made away my pride
Bulling in tempest 
Not to let known
And if not hell saddles my tale.
Oh to my life...

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I bleed I bleed
- no pain you felt
I cried I cried
- no tears you melt.

I smiled I smiled
- no charm you shade
I whispered I whispered
- no thought you made.

I bleed I smiled
- no ***** you ensured
I cried I whispered
- no words you composed.

I waited I...

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Apparent

I always has been apparent
When all rights were declarant
And we remained undecided
All of our time was bided
Trump's idiocy was inherent.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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Just another Sunday on the Sunset Strip
Where a country concert had taken a grip
People had flocked from all around
To listen to their favourite sound
Josh and his buddies were up on stage
Their twangling guitars did the audience engage
Many in the crowd were singing along
With every plaintive...

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It was on one dusk of summer while I
      Sat then brooding on some wooden plank
   And the air rippled with glitters golden raining down
From the Western sun
—which slowly, slowly bided time
   To bid the day...

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Venerated paternal puissant prophet...

His buzzfeeding spirit jump started
and kindled eternally his uplifting karma,
thus I present genuine psalm
remembrance of things past hallelujah!

Lemme automatically shift figurative gears
and apprise thee dear reader,
when a series of irreversible unfortunate events
accelerated our dependence on Karen Winkle
(another resident here at Highland Manor),
who...

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