Best Conjugated Poems

fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of a sigh
from the empty place inside
where beauty's not allowed to reside

fat girl sleeps
a big fat sleep
time obliterated
memories conjugated
into happy streams
peaches...

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You keep me grounded
to the soil of my soul
reminding me again
that my words matter
that they help scatter
misconceptions
making connections
pathways to inner places
leaving conjugated traces
of emotional bleeds
and epiphanies

you keep me grounded
when nothing pulls me back
and I float free
tired of poetic mediocrity
nothing new under the sun
not clever enough...

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“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.

Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?

Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?

We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.

You knew this,
You cherished this....

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Her embedded dialect,
Savored

I become a speechless stanza,
Craving her conjugated inhales

Hopped up grins,
Engorge momentary lapse of pre-judgments

Grandfathered seconds pass my retinas with
3rd eye epiphanies, 
As she encroaches my textured tomorrows

How do I fly upon this gifted morn
When her lily-coated grins placate my Gaia wings,
Without uncertainty’s scorn

How...

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Two Moons

‘I am the Goddess of Hellfire in spitting disguise when I travel alone and 
                   need all support I can enlist to water my flames lest...

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I had spent night and day
                                       ...

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Aggravation waited.
Health always debated.
Material things created.
Mental capacity unstated.
History always elated.
Final breath is fated.
Future is overrated.
Partners never sated.
Love cannot be slated.
Compassion will be desecrated.
Desire falsely translated.
Life is overly stated.
From the day we are created.
While we are all interrelated,
We continually face each other abated
Awaiting our dignity to...

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Poetry is the art of expression,
like a magnet attracts the poles,
poetry attracts my feeble heart,
till the feeling of lust surpasses love,
till the meaning of love becomes lust,
making me connected like the Siamese,
interconnection like blood vampires,
a mere myth but they create an empire,
the emotional attachment is...

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It was a love that spoke for itself,
as natural as a poem
which grows in a flower
at the end of its rod.
without ever having confessed it,
I have never conjugated the verb to love.

Life goes like this:
we don't know if she goes ahead
or slips through our fingers:

The...

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I wasn’t born with a silver spoon,
Neither on the night of full moon,

Yet,
I was showered with their grace,
They were divines in human face,

Nothing in my life I was denied,
They were the ones, who were my guide,

I was bestowed nonetheless affordability,
Thanks to their quintessence magical ability,

They...

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DO YOU NEED A DRESS FOR A HALLOWEEN STROLL?
I MEAN THE PERFECT ONE TO MAKE YOU ROLL?
THEN HEAR ME OUT AND FOLLOW NOT THE WIND:
 AND TRULY YOU SHALL ENJOY THE HALLOWEEN.

 A MOUTH WITH PROTRUDING INCISORS,
SHARP AND FEROCIOUS AS A BABY SCISSORS:
AND A BLEEDING...

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I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right.
And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest.
And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best.

But you stared just a little too...

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Poems and Poetry

Have celebrated
Verbs right way conjugated
My poem was splendid.

Adverbs all correct
Subject and verb both connect
Poem now has ended.

Is no better way
Keep simple so you can say
What I intended.

Effort exerted
Muscles and mind now hurted
They now are mended.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Another poem about poems...

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upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
   afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys 
   truncated, predicated, conjugated 
   on abundant...

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I hate night full of loneliness as no one to play with as my age gets older like the mountain. I suppose to pain joy and happiness on the faces of my family, but nobody is around me. I cry so much for been alone;...

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