Best Car Park Poems

...Someone who knows
Said You were an old ancient Tree,
But at the time, it didn’t really matter, 
Or seem important to me.
I knew You only for a very short time 
and just a little…
You see.
Your......

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...No flame within! 
      do I hold for you
no delightful delicacy
      shall I put to rhyme.

No picturesque words
      in italics of your
woeful wildlife, no
      acknowledgement of
the a......

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...I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place c......

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...I remember how I would cry myself to sleep
Night after night then I would wake the next morning 
Dreading the moment I stepped into the 
School's doors where you would all be waiting.
You'd smile......

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...Opening 
Fourth street and the divide meet 
Near the stream where it's waters Impede 
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge 
A little further away from the deserted car park 
Underneath the th......

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...Beware of the dingo and watch out for your goat,
he hates our current leader, but is unable to vote.
He’s been doing hard time for relations with a horse,
he finally escaped but then he was caught......

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...Are you still here? Bullfrog? Is that really your bit?
Come on cupcake, you need to polish up your wit.
Do you shave your head or did it just all fall out?
Your poor little seed didn’t get to far ......

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...The U.K. announced another lockdown and Jack thought oh my golly
So he headed down to his local store , determined to fill his trolley
At the loo rolls aisle his face lit up, he grabbed fifty f......

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...after doors close    after hours    when scarlet neon flickers out    red-light nights fill voids of need    my body is a ripped flower    my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire    gleaning the ......

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...Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.

The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
......

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...Notes: I am putting the notes upfront, suicide is no laughing matter, however, anything that makes it something that can be discussed I think is a good thing. Humor really is an aid to many an illnes......

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...No more faxes, no more phones                                               
No more “It’s too early” moans                                                    
No commuting, shouting, tooting      ......

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...A preconception in my mind
Of a nudist beach in the sun
Men of pervy persuasion 
Roam the sands 
Eyes behind dark glasses
Men with their dangly bits 
A display of exhibitionism?
A desire to be......

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...YELLOW BAG

Is there something you want to tell me?

for hours and hours your eyes
mirror doubts and resentments
but let it be... let it be...
I    truly   do   not  ca......

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...No more faxes, no more phones                                               
No more “It’s too early” moans                                                    
No commuting, shouting, tooting      ......

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