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Best Chop Chop Poems

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Premium Member Rusted Horn
He assembled in darkness the corroded horn
by familiarity and sense of touch.
Then cast as thunder into the empty night
long tones void of musical melody.
Sustained tones,...

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Categories: chop chop, introspection, music, night,
Form: Free verse



Embroiled
You’re feeling so uncomfortably 
				like a lobster lately,
embroiled in hot controversy
Heated debates swirling all around you,
as your deep-fried life
jumps from the frying pan to the...

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Categories: chop chop, food, funny, humor, satire,
Form: Light Verse
Heather Bids To Whither
You can't fool a dancer,

hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-

welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-

holy demon! 
When did my steam stop? 

Holly weedin'! 
Where did you...

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Categories: chop chop, age, art, beautiful, growing
Form: Blitz
Poison Ivy
Perky Green
Climbing up trees
Chop, chop, itch, itch,
Poison Ivy...

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Categories: chop chop, nature,
Form: Cinquain
Genocide
As dark as night
You are nothing but agony
Misery ,separation, cries , death ,hate

Perpetrators once my 
Friends, neighbors, colleagues, companion
Transformed to haters.

GERMANY ,  EX YUGOSLAVIA...

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Categories: chop chop, bereavement, betrayal, dark, depression,
Form: Imagism



Premium Member Blood-Red Morning
A blood-red private view of morning
A second chance to climb the attic stairs.
The ceiling, ticking time, cascades
A thousand pricking darts, stampeding 
Purple chariots, blanketing the...

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© Peter Rees  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: chop chop, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
The Dead Essays
The Dead Essays


Today I wore all black 
But there is no funeral procession. 
So I just went to work and sat at my desk
Before piles...

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Categories: chop chop, irony, school, student, teacher,
Form: Free verse
And That's Ok
and some days sitting, looking out of the
open door, to the tropical sunlit yard, 
feels like being in a Goddam tomb;
but when the long-haired girls...

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Categories: chop chop, beauty, community, life,
Form: Free verse
I Am a Cat
I am a cat
              © 2012 By Julie Dunkley

I am a cat...

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Categories: chop chop, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member O, Christmas Tree
 
Dad went to the woods to cut down a Christmas tree,
but it did not fit in the house any which way you see;
so, he...

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Categories: chop chop, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member You Cut Me Out of Your Life- For Those Tired of My Mush
You cut me out of your life
I’ll butcher you out of mine
Chop chop chop chop
There go the memories
The images
With one fell swoop
I've decapitated your smile

CHOP...

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Categories: chop chop, crazy, dark, emotions, hate,
Form: Free verse
Omelette Au Fromage
Omelette au fromage!
It was like simply taking a risk,
In making omelette, breaking and whisk.
To drive it smoother than silk,
Add up some water or milk.

Chop, chop,...

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Categories: chop chop, food, life,
Form: Light Verse
Salted Away Are My Footsteps
The pain I feel , deep in my soul....
 The soreness I feel , deep in my energy...
The discomfort in my breath of life...
No one...

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Categories: chop chop, betrayal, emotions, pain, trust,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Stir-Fried Poetry Writing
I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery...

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Categories: chop chop, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Bushes
Over ten worms then? In coats. Goggles? Flight then. Huge paper bees. Altitude 4 on curvatures rattling over the field,fauna and hedgerows. Boom boom boom...

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Categories: chop chop, age, angst,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things