Best Drama Poems

(Was on a pic of a llama with a thick lock of hair on his head, styled in quite human like fashion and it was...

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""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two-face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict...

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In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
   let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
     romance a mingle,...

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In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise
And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise
Unbeknown to him preparations were...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face,...

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In the library, at last I am freed
from others’ wishes for what I should read.
Book after book I most gladly peruse
with all these free hours...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist,...

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One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside

Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal

One “Headless...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her...

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Tongues of my temptress fire lick 
arousing your ardent artistic desire
if you dare  imagine me — the intensity
capture me, take your chance
I’ll love you,...

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Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as...

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Because I do not know of my tomorrow 
Yesterday is gone I've forgotten it 
I but have today to know I exist
I resist letting my...

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I’ve picked it up a hundred times
yet dropped it just once more
So I give up, the blasted thing
can lay there on the floor

And stepping out...

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