Best Common Man Poems

The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.

Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His...

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Will you leave this life
Without a murmur or a whimper
Be cast down to the depths below
In a hallowed tomb of timber

You did not exit stage...

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He wrote poems for the common man,
That everyone could understand. 
Gave us life in rhyming works of art.
Brought smiles that could lead to tears.
Made us...

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Oceans apart
buried under sandy shores,
a rare pearl slept comfortably
behind her walls.

Fate must have been kind,
for a common man like me,
to stumble upon her shell.
As I...

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Where on Earth or far beyond do we poets go, you ask. 
My thoughts willingly stretch my imagination with this task.
I would reply...in any direction...

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If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.

I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for...

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SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often 
misspelt by the common man)

We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur...

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Every Day,
My Father got up early
And sat there, in the dark, like a mushroom,
And thought, and thought, and thought…
And... grieved...

He would not be the hero...

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I always had this fascination with the English language. 
Ever since I learned to read and write, 
it captivated my interest, beside my own native...

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Here's a toast to you America on this glorious Fourth of July!
May the grand old flag, the emblem of our nation, ever wave on high!
As...

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New never is...  
	(Charles Wood)
	
	
	
	We are but voyeurs, 
	peering through the iris 
	of the painter’s eye’s recording 
	details of a scene 
	not meant for...

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Purple Poem

Not too many moons ago,
A Winter evening so cold,
I rested in my Purple room
and wrote a poem so bold.

Proclaiming the Purple Poem,
Call me the...

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Wrinkled, worn, and weather-beaten
one old hat sits a loft a dusty shelf.
A witness to individual history,
a vision of days gone by
of both good and bad...

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A man like this,
Who sacrifices his entire life
for the betterment of our country
uniting whole nation.
Who reached his goal
digesting every tension.
India become independent
without any war,
without any...

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