Best Ducking Poems

...Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to reach that height when he needs some time in the skies to hide hi......

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...Nothing more than a pretty smile - repost

There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hi......

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...My self-awareness is clear.
Blunt. 
It's ugly and painful. To call it enlightening, is putting it lightly.
Honestly though, it's relieving, intriguing, and totally necessary. 
Character building,......

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...TED

A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure... 

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...Tiny wavelets on the pool today,  a gentle
breeze and raindrops fall with a rhythmic
pitter patter. The ducks and wildfowl pay
no heed, around the sedge bob and feed. 
The Heron standing as if fr......

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...There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from the branches of an olive tree
A lone smile hidden amongst
swirling smoke rings in a forei......

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...I'm curse with pride the golden child surrounded by scream and cries.

Standing tall I refuse cry speaking the truth I don't believe in lies.

Raise in the streets but yet I still can't stand the......

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...
"Paper Tigers"



eyes mark slow time
spotting leopard rhyme
never changing its spots
black balled
white pops
the want-to-be bees
sting the dripping honey spot

slap......

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...Passionately we kiss.
True romance,
I scroll,
softly kiss the collarbone.
Grab my lance!
lets dance,
on sheets of satin,
moan for me in Latin.
We both knew this would happen.

I feel you ye......

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...When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic socks and thick long johns.
We still hold hands lik......

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......inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
......

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...I can't begin to fathom
What it must be like 
To be filled with fear and terror
While running for your life.
I can't begin to fathom 
Looking all around
Searching for some shelter
And seeing b......

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...It watches it stares
My God it's always there
In the shower, when I read a book
It even gives me dirty looks
NO PRIVACY ALOUD
It moves in malice all about
No hiding, It's there
Even when takin......

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...What kind of world will we leave for our children,
one that is shackled in hate?
Tying their hands in the wake of the future,
sealing the edge of their fate.

Killing of innocents minding their ......

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...Each summer my parents would take us to my grandfather’s ranch in Southern Texas to help with different jobs. It might be branding cattle, digging fence post holes, or picking cotton! My parents had ......

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