Best Dug Poems

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            Deeper and deeper
                     I dug
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Pines release their yellow pollen
Gold coats all surfaces
Unaware of the freshly grave dug
Sadness family faces

A lovely spring day for some gathered
Rain clouds for others there
Standing side by side each person
Of emotions unaware

Yellow swallowtail butterfly
Floats 'pon spring's breeze
A pleasant surprise on this day
Graces the grave with...

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a Rondine

There are lessons here, in the Gold Rush mine – 
a hazard. Might a child fall down the pit?
not in search of gold or the bad airs that sit
in shut-off places, quartz vein crystal-shine
too dim to show a way. These walls confine
the lungs, they...

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This little guy in white is tunneling around the place.
He is aware of the many dangers he will face.
There are pookas and fygars situated all around.
Those adversaries can sneak themselves right through the ground.

He gets more points by dropping rocks on their head.
If not, he...

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MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS

Dead daisies, 
deceased dandelions 
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions died due to being deemed demented 

Maples were made miserable, 
evergreens were ever sad, 
and fir trees were forced to...

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When I Dug Down Deep

Many awkward sounds I have heard
Broke down each one into an actual word
Turned it into a poem from what she said
And now she wishes I would drop dead.

Each poem did have a disastrous effect
And to start new hobby had to elect
No...

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The undulating pine trees
try not to weep as they really should;
they hold the tiny, slowly falling raindrops,
sensing the mortality that turns him cold
without a sob, without tears,
and standing a few steps
from his dug up grave:
he expresses much sorrow
for himself, for the agonies that'll follow... ...

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My grave is somewhere dug
Yet, I know not where
But, when I cannot see one foot
I know it's there

And I stumble
Not befallen or from grace
From thus a problem or perhaps mistake
As a result of choice I did not face

Now another must surely make
Shall I crumble, further...

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An unfettered tongue
Wags out words
No one wants to hear

Entered in Magicicada13 words to live by
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy...

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i dug a hole and found no hugs

i can only imagine 
what i can't see
like that albatross
that you have in your cage
the one that befriended
your body
infiltrated your soul
to have his way with you
... and now you're miserable
what can i do
I've staked my claim
respectfully
i asked for...

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(Dedicated to Heath Ledger who died January 22, 2008.)

You starred as the Joker but your death was no joke.
Millions of your fans now have hearts that are broke.
Your grave was slowly being dug.
You died because you took drugs.
Lots of people enjoyed seeing you in 10...

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12/23/20

Been one heck of a year and some month
Recently got a buzz cut
I'm buzzed yup
I was down and I was up
No longer such a young buck
Always f***ed up
What a f*** up
Shut up
And hush up

Pettiness continually being dug up
I'll take you out barehanded, or with num-chuks
Try...

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The sun- a burden on their backs.
Beads of sweat wetting the dry earth, 
Dirt lining the whites of fingernails,
Shovels hitting rocks and roots.

Frustration arising when another day without success 
Would pass.
Tears wiped with sodden sleeves
Invoking the question:
“Will anyone even remember me?”

Fair to wrinkled skin, 
Hair...

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Mind-Cracking, Health-Crushing Hard Drug 
Whose taker has his own grave dug:
For all the sad life’s holes it does plug,
Any helping dosing down on rug,
As though a shooter did one slug 
Or a dirty criminal one mug.

A time to up a staircase lug
The Hopelessly Suicidal on...

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There were giant toads in that time
and small descendants of monsters.

Limbs scuttled and leapt,
Thorns and fangs
began to flower
as winged,
but yet brainless insects
fed through straws in their
bulbous heads.

The glory of the frangipani
arose brightly
in a steaming morass.

Green became a color,
rainbows arched over living volcanoes.

These early times
had not...

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