Best Finish Out Poems

A sailor's soul has an 
epic thirst 
Only nourished by the sea
For only upon it's waves and 
swells
Is a sailor's soul set free
He prays for winds to fill his 
sails
And clear skies to chart his way
A pull of rum and cheap cigar 
To finish out...

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to adult, provided I 
was not too strong a woman for...

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I had just reached the summit of the mountain;
The final reward for my four hour hike up the steep terrain.
There was still snow in abundance at the peak
Even though the summer sun bathed me in light from the cloudless sky.

The sweat, in which I was...

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One of America’s most treasured holiday and tradition is known as the celebration of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving a plentiful feast of food and a gathering of friends and family a holiday began as a feast in the beginning days of Americans is one of the most...

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Written In Iambic Heptameter utilizing an aabb rhyme scheme throughout the entire six stanza poem. thank you. easyeverett


Just sittin' in my touring bus, alone, throughout the day,
Then found my little plastic pic so I began to play
A few new sheets of music with some tunes...

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When we loose a person to the heaven's above

It is so hard to accept even though we know they are loved,

Why does this have to be

The life cycle isn't long enough for us to see,

All the beautiful and wonderful things we seemed to have missed

With...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year old ginger son,
Who looked disturbingly like me
when I was twelve
so...

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Digits can be numbers, and our numbers mean a lot!
But digits I rate highest are the digits that I’ve got:
those literally a part of me; the five upon each hand
comprise my top ten digits, and here’s what makes them grand:
Without my top ten digits, there’s...

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So…
King Jr. died at 39...and I wonder if my confusion with gender identity issues is supposed to be his gift of my birth as I close in on 40...but the disabling pressures that pack down on my conscience destroy my capacity to deal with the...

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Future tense
I think I need a wife 
to finish out my life
 I have one life to give
 for Christ God and me

 before I leave this plane 
agreed i'm about to love again
 the thought of a lonely broken heart 
No longer fits the...

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Hello, It's me again.
I was wondering if your doing better.
I'm wondering how you've been.
I hope you don't mind my letter.
I heard that you have said,
That you want me dead.
Your own sister?
You should take your meds.
Really, I care about you,
but when you start making threats like...

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Misshapen limbs of the Palo Verde trees add an artistic touch to the landscape. While 
Honeysuckle twine about the old rail fence and the spiny Ocotillo flash scarlet plumes. 

Mesquite trees, older than the homestead, reach out and cast much appreciated shade. 
Saguaro's flank the...

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I used to be into politics,
I would shout loud, and chant, and march,
believed we could change everything
if only we could be in charge.

Get new blood into hallowed halls,
the old paradigms we’d wreck,
but neither me nor anyone
could foresee what would happen next.

See a senator from Ohio
got...

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We had a new art sub yesterday.
No surprise.
We have had nineteen art subs since March.
It is the last week of school.

Mr. G the new art sub was positive.
Energetic.
Glad to be here.
Told me he would finish out the week.

That was yesterday at 9:00.
Today at 9:10 I...

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The winds are blowing
blowing briskly in my ear

Thoughts of starting over
somewhere far from here

though this pains my heart...
is it something I should do?

Could this be why my feet itch?
is it now the time to move?

Just for once ... I’d like to stay in place
to finish...

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