Best Doted Poems

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.

Oh!...

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memories are the sweetest recompense when faced with imminent death ~ by poet

We were two for forty amative years.
I turned toward you for comfort and strength. 
You came to me with your deepest dark fears.
We lifted each other and talked at length. 

Each doted on...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange...

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braising thoughts arose as my lifeless 
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed 
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh 
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was 
thinking merely of beauty 
my beauty taken...

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Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of my forebears?
Am I the caressed cocoon, spun out of love and compassion?
Whose silken threads, entice and embellish the vain vanity...

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The virtue was being wronged, depicted his woeful tale of prey and innocence. 
Gradually people gathered to listen to the poignant rhetoric. 
blown away by the felon's aching, awful narration;
pitied the miserable plight, lamented the dejected tales. 

There were babbling, the throng silently protested the...

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I sung all the night with the Devil,
It seemed harmony had found itself spooning with dissonance
Not indeed needing to be one or the same
Yes—the light indeed could sustain itself in the midst
Of what then was our prison
Now a sanctuary of content wonder—
Now,
Saturated in tears,
With me
Had...

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The strongest woman that I ever saw
was born thirty-four years ago,
to loving parents who doted on her,
told he of the great places she’d go.

She was popular all through high school,
never failed to pull down straight A’s,
was taught to be strong, and never take crap,
a path...

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She headed up the stairs                    
as John closed the front door,
heading out for the evening run.
She finished threading the projector
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Childhood days of long ago, were sunny.
I seldom had a reason for a tear.
If sadness should come unexpectedly,
Strong, loving arms of comfort would be near.
Welcomed after a quartet of loved sons,
I was my parent’s long awaited girl.
They and my four brothers doted on me.
Life was...

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"Showers and sunshine slowly bring the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back."
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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration as fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
 ...

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Seventy-nine years old and counting

Got a whole bunch more years to come

Longevity is rampant in my family

I'm the youngest of ten children

Nine sisters and finally li'l ole me

Two died at birth... but

One sister managed to make it to ninety-four

Four lived into their eighties

And two lived...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
  ...

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This is about my best girlfriend.
How she attracted men.
When we were in school, boys really doted on Sue.
She is about 5 ‘2.’
Black and beautiful
This poem is concerning one.
His name was Samuel.
While we were in the gym, he wanted Sue to be attentive.
She ignored him well...

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