Best Cliques Poems

             If i were to write aesthetically pleasing 
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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum, a thunderous beast,
Playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide, dreams just out of reach,
Soaring through tales of barnyard Waddles...

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I am just a girl writing poetry (a woman) poetess like many and
it is sad how there are cliques that push their views
allmostlike . ....

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It was the bronzed bell of a tinseled Ocean ship.
Until destiny was scuttled by a fiery water witch.  
In time, it became the haunting...

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I got tired of losing
So much goddamn losing
Losing friends
homes
Hobbies
Moving to new towns and cities
Familiar faces of people I never met
Those who lived for years in...

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Oxymorons are cynical and fun.
Be careful though if you want to use one.
If it is familiar, it may sound quite trite.
Which murders your poem with...

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10/17/19
"Brand New"


I'd be damned to quit
Putting out some brand new s***
With a brand new drip
In my a step a brand new skip

Brand new tint
Steering wheel...

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I went to my high school reunion:
I wasn't sure what to expect.
Would those we once held so high
Retain our aged respect?

High school cliques had disappeared;
our...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light...

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When we went to high school
We’d do best to fit in
And our popularity was measured greatly
By the number of our friends

We dressed up in the...

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I am pure Russian and I am the bear
I have  deep dark eyes and black , black hair
Russian girls are very pretty and very...

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Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my...

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On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The...

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Elegant, yet simple, confident,
Mistaken for a seventeen year old at times,
Goes to the park every weekend, 
She spends her summers with her family, 
Volleyball under...

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