Best Chronicles Poems

**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it was judged.  I wonder if this would have received a placement?)

Alarming, how analog clocks can tock back, 
sound-off each...

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I grew up in rows of houses ending in graveyards,
where six feet of dirt covered
the mound of my existence
and failure arched every single doorway.

Depression draped the windows
with patterns stitched
by poverty’s unapologetic hand.

The futility of language lacing its voice
with abject grief and guilt;

Expression left to moan...

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Hickory Dickory Dock
Just two more clicks of the clock
Which way will it go
Still nobody knows
Hickory Dickory Dock

November is starting to stink
Will it be great or will it sink
The Whitehouse smells like swass
It’s still housed by an a$$
November is starting to stink

Did he ever drain that...

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Chronicles of my pain

Family, a support structure that holds people together they say
Well to me family is the root of my depression
Family is the reason why I cry myself to sleep
The reason why I lose weight daily

I'm regarded as the forsaken child just because I...

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THE COFFEE SHOP

BY EZAR AND STEPHANIE

The Coffee Shop (Male)
It was a warm summer afternoon; As the sun covered the sidewalk like they were bride and groom.
On my way to the coffee shop, a place where I often stop…       ...

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Sean McDougal is eight years old and has a special 'something' about him that is so endearing it's very difficult for me to deny him anything... well, anything within reason. He came up with the idea that he and his friends were old enough to...

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Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea...

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CHANGE by Ian Munywe
upon his visage boasts sweat,industry an upheld virtue.
firm stature is exhibited,hard labour an accepted custom.
a time for toil yearns,wheat and other victuals for the future.
every stride to strive in burning heat,a quest out of perpetual penury.
feelings of disillusionment eminent,in the brink of...

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Lanky’s Chronicles

We meet a long-limbed white boy that said his family was owners of slaves.
He was a leggy ole boy and bony angular in his physical ways.
Uncle Tom was from his past.
He described plantation life as [w]holistic.
We nicknamed him Lanky.

Lanky always got to the point.
He...

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I sang of Caleb at Harvard University, 1660
I sang of Africans come to America unknowingly
I sang of women and children who came to Jesus
Singing Old Spirituals, Crossing the Red Sea

Native-Americans may have lost everything, but one -
Their love for land. Highest ratio in our wars....

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If there is anything I want more than success
That thing is joy
Money and success is nothing
If you don't have joy
Last time I felt joy in me
I was a child
I found a way to handle situations
I found happiness whenever I lost it.

My teenage life is nothing...

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Within Twilights , Sparling star dust... Sweeetness of Love, goes to the Extremes... grasping, passion as it overwhelms Beautiful Tristen, with his gentle touch, Smile... 
as he approaches tis most beautiful elegant woman his heart tis ever seen, his emotions overwhelmed him, tis with excitement...

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These are the thoughts and 
feelings of a
plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and puffed up 
cheeks.
This is her being raw and real
Saying it exactly how it is.
It has never been, not for a...

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The Baby Chronicles
By
Cody B. Turner

Into the world I go
On this awfully bright and shiny day
So many things in front of me
So many words to learn and say
Into the world I go
Full of things bigger than I
Giants hover over my body
Saying comments like “He’s shy”
Into the...

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Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down...

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