Best Factually Poems

you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one...

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you ... are the paramour of right angles
the square of a square - complete, quite aware
how two must adore you
for all it sees is itself,...

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Striving for Political Correctness

By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade...

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(This poem is political satire; 
don't read if you think you may 
be offended. No truth in any of it, 
considered by many to be...

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you came into my life like a hurricane 
sweeping me off my feet like a broom to sawdust 
like magic fingers tickling the ivy's of...

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Love is not Dead

I know thus now

For i have witnessed it with mine own eyes

As a Bride and Groom

Blessed with 2 young Children 

Who had...

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Flying in twilight like
fairies bearing tiny
flashlights which constantly
flicker on and off, this
family of bugs are
factually beetles -
fascinating to me!...

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I’m here, in this terror.
 Blood, blood puddles everywhere
like after a demonic storm of rain, but instead it’s human red liquid .
Splattering,
leaking and escaping.  
More...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged”...

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I
Just
Stand
Here
alone.

Factually,
A feat,
A pinnacle of
Engineering at almost
A thousand meters high,
A colossus, an omnipresence  
Comparable to God-
a man made concept 
advertised to exhaustion.

Amongst concrete caricature
cliche’d into...

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By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona

Last dusk at a small Tucson park, my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, no,...

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What type of writer forgets the titles of 
His own POEMS?
A man who knows nothing or
A man who knows everything?
A writer who has a thousand...

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Fragile long I’ve been 
Broken like a split wind
Leaves blow through the doorway into the hall 
Another scandalous fall
Desperately trying to fight the call to...

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No body wants to hear it,
See it, feel it or be near it.
Even the picture of an aborted fetus;
Where would that reality lead us?

But what...

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Chapter 12: Harvesting Wild Rice

Sorry! I am having trouble writing this chapter due to the fact that my knowledge of this quite interesting, I think,...

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