Best Expound Poems

“Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at...

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You’re the finest man I have ever seen
You are handsome and strong
Virile
Full bodied
Beautiful to the eyes
Alluring to the hands
Your lips
Send messages
“Come and taste
And never thirst...

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What is a Poet?

A singer of songs, a caller of warnings;
A crier of tears, a laugher, a weeper.
Lover of life; of nature, of God;
One set...

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I’m a secret watcher of Dr. Who, but now you know, and his tardis is bigger on the inside as the cult following knows. So...

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Free me from this bold transgression,
Random words without expression.
No clear thought from them unfolding,
I’d rather listen to a scolding.

My plead is this, if not profound,
Please...

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We live in a world where sickness abounds,
Sometimes stumping the best of providers. 
Symptoms and tests almost always expound, 
While the emotional costs grow wider....

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**“Those that respect the law and love sausage should watch neither being made.” – 
American Humorist/Author Mark Twain (real name Samuel Clemens) 



Prestigious lawmaking bodies...

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Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back...

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Hark! The mighty sage’s quill,
Leaves remnants of genius, still.
Reminding me of richer days,
Where wines could really come to age;
And gods among the people dwelled,
In works...

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THE WAITING GAME

I'm playing the waiting game,
not futilely nor waiting in vain.
My delivery, my parcel my expectation;
forces me to ambulation. 

I want it now,
my elixir...

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I closed my mouth and I spoke to you in a hundred different ways.


You will hear my voice
In the air you breathe,
In the birds singing...

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Since joining just yesterday,
I have not had much to say,
As I sit here idle,
Waiting for a title,
I watch as you pass my way,

I am honored...

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On Reading a Poem That I Don’t Understand

By Elton Camp

Those lines that an author has penned
I would like very much to commend
I read it carefully...

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Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature
                  ...

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In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That...

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