Best Clone Poems

I, The Clone

     So that I would not live alone,
     My parents thought I should be a...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone.

Every sky-night the...

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Eighty two years young, but still a trooper,
pen writes daily, he's an evergreen souper.
Behold the limerick king and his wisdom,
providing laughs from his humorous kingdom.

Five...

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ROSES ARE RED

The flower’s crimson cerise hue
creates the petal’s grand debut
of love and memories to recall
my florid sanguine gift of all

VIOLETS ARE BLUE

Azalea breath with...

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Adorable, enticing as beauteous glance,
Engaging, evocative as a ballet dance
Luring passions flaunting moody stance;
Poetry is music strumming from heart,
Lyrics of life emblazoned in poetic art.

It’s...

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I See You...

Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone

Every sky-night the...

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If I had a clone
I surely would be
exuberant
flamboyant and fancyfree
I would sing and dance
for the whole world to see
aboard every single cruiseship
on every sea
I would...

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I look in your eyes 
what do I see
A shell of myself
who I used to be
   A minuscule fragment 
of who I was...

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Coffee bean scent still fills the air

with each new sunrise in our log cabin

My arms around me,embrace the winds of winter gone

Every sky-night windowpanes glow...

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Careless whispers from sordid lips
Echo through the wooded landscape of hearts.
Destructive wants and needless needs,
Carried on the remnants of rust and bone,
Discarded amongst the fallen...

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I the empty, I the sleeping ghost,
thorn and chalice, least imbued with most.

Here the desert, hear the tortured wind,
bright with sorrow, lost the spirits pinned.

Then...

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Imagine someone finished all your thoughts
and never failed to share your point of view.
Would your reflection really be your own
if one you mirrored also mirrored...

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GHETTO GOSPEL

BY STREET CRIES

ABANDON BUILDINGS HOUSES WITH NO PARENTS ALL CHILDREN
READY AND WILLING TO BE PROGRAMED BY THE TELEVISION 
GUNS WITH PRECISE PRECISION 

PAIN PILL...

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She wakens to the most ungodly ring tone-
her husband's cell phone left there by her bed.
And next, her damn alarm clock's blare is fed
by noise...

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