Best Dumps Poems

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into...

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 When I was down in the dumps
I longed to be away from the din of the world
And a quiet place I sought

Nature has always...

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A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady…

Part the first
Sherlock could...

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"Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.

Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes...

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Twenty fifth of December, three thousand and four
and already I'm down in the dumps
we're round at the neighbour's via tubes that save labour
propelled by some...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create...

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PARTY VINE

The Sweet Pea is a social climber,
behind your back, a wisenheimer.
In the night it wields its powers,
Sweet Peas strangle other flowers.

Sweet Peas think the...

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Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They...

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Rain’s riot banishes peace of mind day,
Deluge damning dumps devious rage wet.
Storm, summer rain's wild child pours on display;
Lightning fierce, firing fitful since sunset,
Bass booming...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent...

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Written by: David William Breidenthal and Jake Ponce 

D: Blessed breeze sweeps over us 
J: Whenever I leave the door ajar at night, 
J: I...

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a girl a child a life of 12 years 
a by stander an innocent with no sense of fear 

coerced, bribed, begged and beckoned 
kidnapped,...

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I've been told I'm much too sensitive 
                 ...

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