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...

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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...

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Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin...

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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 &...

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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...

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Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet katydid
not crackle her crocodile skin.

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

Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippety...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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