Best Crams Poems

The other day, I was visiting the home page at Poetry Soup
and noticed a picture of a guy named Willie Shakespeare
His poems are okay but I found his plays a bit hard to follow
For example: “To be or not to not to be: That is...

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Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable

Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He...

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Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats 
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle toward titillating face 
vital words are shared in embrace, 
eliciting a...

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Dangling hair, girls twirl, drum majors,
Baseball turned cap boys, screenagers,
Gum chew boys, girls curls, tweenagers,
Just teenagers, just teenagers.

Pixie sticks tootsie rolls swallows,
Gummy bears m & m's follows,
Reeses cups hershey bars hollows,
Tidbits mellows, tidbits mellows.

Marshmallow pillow stuffing jams,
Strawberries dribble squishing rams,
Peach clings and lemon rings swim...

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Despised, Reviled, Rejected.
Object of cruel mockery.
Before I was conceived, I heard of you,
Dumps for homeless migrants,
Debased and inferior.
Was beauty ever part of you?

This throng, that daily treads your well worn streets,
Whither? your brackish waters,
Home to unseen enemies, children splash uncaring,
Your market is a meeting place,...

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Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.

Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.

Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.

Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside...

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Unrest in me
made me so and not that,
in whatever doings and whoever is me:
something crams upwards
weaves web over web
around the thoughts.

Is it so, want it else:
it’s so damn cold
when all quivers.

Hammer and forge
my dearest words
for whom I don’t possess.

Want to caress 
everyone’s head
in a sacrament,
be...

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I tucked my head into that pebbles pillow.
Grasping the night would be rather restless.
Your sight crams me, my love and fiery foe.
If ardor was aimed to be creepily hotness.

Grasping the night would be quite restless,
Why does this brisk void squash my bone?
If ardor was aimed...

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I can’t really see the end of it all 
They preach it to me everyday
In silent filled churches, every man for himself in prayer
I keep lighting candles for him
Maybe Frankie made it out of purgatory by now 
Death has always been a obscurity
A denial, a...

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See within seen
Dream holds the ream


Within takes in
Wit that wears it


Close covers lose
Snooze fills with ooze


Itch in plain *****
Reach from deep preach


Rind hides in grind
Pine sleeps in spine


Crest keeps full rest
Lest in firm blest


Speak crams sure peak
Tweak holds the weak


Allure owns lure
Impure seals pure


Tale hides...

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again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid. 
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the...

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My fingers are vibrant flames
that shoot sincerity one second, hate the next
and ignite with every caress.
You are warm until the heat begins
to eat at the skin and devour your spirit,
while you try to find a way to reach out to me.
But none are immune to...

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I write of a love that's two cigars short in a box
With a chest of smoke and loves to lay on a bed of Roses
Made of yeast and dough, it's known years of surviving on the crams of a lovers bread
My wrist loves to lose...

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Written: November 17, 2023 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.~R.H. Heinlein
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I was beset by fetching shade and quiet.
Silky blue wave was all that lent insight.
Cynosure twilight, nocturnal birds in the air
Comely moon...

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My classmates
Theresa Trot had a snot
Hanging from her nose
She sniffs and snorts and swallows
But Theresa never blows.

Now it’s run down past her lips
And settled on her chin
Her teeth look really shiny
When Theresa starts to grin.

She sits next to Janice McManus
Who`s bouncing around on one shoe
It...

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