Best Fad Poems

Slam poetry a form so new
Spoken word more than a view
Some are great some are bad
It is really just a fad
Bringing attention to poetry true...

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I’ve been on every diet known to man
Atkins, Lemonade, Cabbage and f-plan
And I’ve never lost a thing worthy of mention 
But I try every new one, full of good intention
Now I'm on the Whisky diet, which I’m taking steady
And do you know I've lost three...

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I watch the news,
I scratch my head,
at all the mess,
my mind is fed.

Nothing good,
only bad, bad, bad,
seems the scoop,
depends on sad.

Money is greater,
than honor or pride,
it sways a person,
to the darker side.

A rocket scientist,
I am not,
but to figure it out,
just follow the dots.

Dollars have a...

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Hell, It Ain't No Fad, But Best I Forget It

I want it so bad but I just can't get it
Hell, it ain't no fad, but best I forget it

Life is just a broken heart disease
And not golden treasure that please
But that calm after the damn...

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8/9/16

Why settle
If I haven't yet been successful
To reaching a higher level

Forever I just may wrestle
With the devil
Until I twist them into a pretzel
Extinguishing the flames, before throwing them underneath quicksand and pebbles

Too many worlds revolving around money
It's no longer funny
Considering it's happening in every country

Meanwhile...

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Transgender is a real thing
Not a fad
Not a phase
Not a quirky attention-seeking ploy

Transgender children are sad
They want to be who they are
The wisest parents understand
If Johnny wants to be called Julie and wear dresses – okay.

Because Johnny is not Johnny inside, she is Julie.
If all...

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A rainy night
near a forbiden home
in the distance
along a lone electric shore
thunder echos on distant moors
flickering deep in clouds 
lie eternal fire
I lie in dreams 
dreamed, nevermore
flying over roofs, roads and rivers
in the rain
in blackend cities
towards a far distant shore
in eternal night
lonely thunder roars.
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Know
Love
Lord...

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Turn up the radio and ...
It's the same ol' situation, 
The same songs, same band
That raised my generation 

That was then, this is now
Nothing's changed but my age,
And four numbers, somehow
On a calendar's page ...

It happened again today 
In the store where I shopped,
In the...

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According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.

At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray

All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again

When it comes...

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You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
These atypical days: power, money, jewelries
Fad, vanity, cars, valuables and properties.

Mwe, on the other hand, I am about
Love, respect, decency and a lot
Of interesting intangible stuff
You don’t...

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by Wayne Wysocki

I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate

The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur

For variation I can gnaw
This...

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Penny loafers; muffling, shuffling, slipping, sliding symbols of a generation.
The rings of alarm clocks, sprints to an office, and evenings  in dance hall gyration.
Low, feminine shoes, a Post-War fad, that were prized for their disarming fabrication, 
And preferred instead of the high-top boots, worn...

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Allusions of brewing brown 
that made its way to tinsel town. 

At dawn it turned to waxen white 
with gleaming glow against the light.

With warm embrace to fuming flow,
it wilted into glazing glow. 

With shifting shapes like honing hue,
its flare became the fad of few....

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I could decide that you are bad
And people urge to judge you mad,
If you would often keep your dad
Thinking that he could not be glad,4
Because you had him made a pad:
A bearer of what leaves one sad,
Often misspending Hard- earned wad,
On every craze, every cursed...

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