Best Dents Poems

I was sleepwalking down the street, when I stumbled over a stool
standing there. "Watch your feet", the stool yelled, offended. "I am
sorry, but I am...

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Maybe we're all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we all have cubbies and shelves.
Cubbies where we stash things,
And shelves where we display things.
Things we adore and things...

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To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made...

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Lament Of A Former Dark Soul 

I was: once darken shadow of a real man
Those I met soon found me so very bad
Like false gold...

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dinner dark
             like blackened corn on a husk
mother hits me with the blunt...

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The lady down the lane
Kept daisies by her windowpane

Clad in sun splashed coveralls
Her hair, a silver waterfall

Proudly she wore her bluebell bonnets
As she composed her...

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for the peace I hope to gain in the future there's a lot of Pain i need to remove from my past 
I used to...

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A red rose blowing on fidelity's bow
With the glow of grace, affection and love
Alive to afflictions not only for show
Enchanting like poetry, peaceful like dove

An...

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The light is gone
Totally put out
Scarey to those that roam
To all that are about

Suddenly the thunder
Of James Rifle gun fire
The shells are asundered
So you better...

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She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary...

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The night Before Christmas Eve
By Franklin Price
12/17/2016


Prologue

The Night Before Christmas
A most famous of  poems
Read  to children aloud
By their parents in homes

To children who...

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Yes we don’t give a toss,
If your package is lost,
That’s logistics,
If it’s broken or bent,
Or has multiple dents,
That’s logistics,
If it’s fragile and breaks,
It was not...

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My ship had sailed life’s restless sea, the sails were weak and tore.
The hull had had its share of dents from sailing close to shore.
The...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the...

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Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll...

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