Best Designed(A) Poems

listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.

now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the rainbow?

i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to...

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I must have encountered her on a hill,
Where scatterings of ferns deepened
Through insolent winds that shivered
While watching her carry a basket of daisies…
She is Loveliness, forlorn in a drowsy pathway,
More forlorn than languid endings
Or all that death can ever reach.

By trying to alienate myself from...

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Dmitri Mendeleev of Russian descent
Designed a table for each element
Periodic symbols he inserted for flavour
Was his a chemical or human behaviour?


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Contest: Periodic Table of Elements
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen...

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Think Again

I think of stuff all day
I think of stuff all night
Sometimes I think stupid
Sometimes I think bright
But I never think it wrong
Cos I am always right
At least that’s what the missus says
If we have a fight

I get ideas that turn out good
And some that...

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My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our...

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What makes you happy?
Is it the stars at night?
The sound of the chirping birds?
Or is it because you received a blessing?

Are you happy because your chicken already laid its first egg?
Or because you've been enrolled to a school?
Is it because you've been rewarded a new...

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We belong to ourselves on primary agenda,
The voice of our homeland Ghana bitterly expresses her feelings over failing governments.
Governments that come to serve our land with poisonous aroma.
And tries all their best to blindfold every Ghanaian through carnal influence.
They stay altering words that wickedly create...

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Abe Lincoln As A democrat
© Ben Burton 8-25-2014

The evil of men being sold
Long past, since Mr. Lincoln's fight
Still, dark suspicion blooms and grows
And loots the cause of civil rights

The North designed a whipping horse
Down in the segregated South
Yet, Major Leagues were all up north
For eighty...

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Must confess I would not have liked to have
gone through life without experiencing a hurricane 
And when Dean came I rode it out with a bit of excitement
as the winds bellowed, the roof creaked with every thrust
And I witnessing the force of nature. 
When it...

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THE SORROW PIT

Sorrow burned so deep a hole
His feet had disappeared--
Designed a ladder to escape--
Its rungs were elegantly devised of secret
Midnight tears.

Survival drove him upward--
Escaped with his last breath—
Ached for her in every bone,
A fool, he taunted death.

Dreamed of her at dawning
Her hair wild disarray---
Wept...

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They say don't stop dreaming
Vain fancy of your return to appease my craving is so overwhelming

Whenever i think of you
Unable to fathom an answer what to do

Seen so much since you departed
Everyone's proclaimation that what happens is for the best

When unable to share
Remember, how you...

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i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination
and re-enforced each and every single...

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Can Hardly Wait

Remember when I did have a delightful dream
About such a smooth running soothing stream;
Drifted down and into river soon started to feed;
Sorted through seeming to fulfill my each need.

God created and designed a miracle only for me
Which was to release my soul and...

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For Princess Ava I designed a place,
Where secret gardens kept still blossom bright,
And weeds imposing threats of my disgrace,
Lie far below her royal candlelight;
By doves constructed high in pastel skies,
Upon a lilac cloud of feathered dreams,
Is seen for her who sees through daughter’s eyes,
A castle...

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The Lost Art Of Composition

too often my thoughts and the ability to express them
are taken hostage without a clue to the cause
this is an affliction familiar to many a writer
as if madness wasn't enough
it proves to be immune to every method I've used
to relieve my...

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