Best Conceded Poems

Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived...

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When the words were intense
and the soul no longer 
conceded to comfort 
Thoughts got blind 
and the heart beats in tension 
Silence
*****
Absent are ardent 
words
an...

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Butterfly Landings 



It’s a precarious perch
High by a skydive
In such a leap of faith
A leap of love
Circumnavigates these boots of Earth
Fellow to the stratospheres
These butterfly...

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Children as young as three years old,
    Killed for not doing as they’re told,
    Forced to forget their culture...

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March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it...

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You were my mind's cocoon ...

Oh, at first I ran, multi-legged, from the intensity of your intent,
  the fear of a love, transforming ......

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We were best friends,
and I was so proud.
She was my mother,
and I was her child.

Then fateful words were spoken aloud,
diagnosis with dire consequences.
Changes came day...

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The young and the older,
the outliers fevered and deranged,
found momentary peace
but could not hide
from the tempest of demons loathed.
Closer to the edge
now closer the edge.
The...

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When I was 4 1/2 years old, 
as abrupt as a spanking, 
my once reliable mother brought home 
a hospital surprise 
with an alien face...

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A single moment, all too brief, 
clear as the razor’s edge.
It came to me just as a dream would,
it may have been just as important
or...

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They were her favourite, 
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of...

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"But there's one thing I know                   ...

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Attempting to elevate lifes being
A different class a different seeing
Activate the actions for a cause
Achieve the greatness with little loss
Elevate to that respectable class
Amputate that...

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Witch Hazel

There once was a witch named Hazel
Mistook poison oak for sweet basil
She finally conceded
New glasses, she needed,
For Halloween spells reappraisal...

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The Highwaymen softly play
Me And Bobby Magee
And for the next four hours 
Every single drink is free.
Order what you like friend
And stick it on the...

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