Best Floored Poems

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

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Home to President Woodrow Wilson
Ivy scaled Monmouth’s outer walls
Laughter of youth from decades past
Resonated in marble-floored halls

The theater building was set apart
Further down Cedar Avenue
Another...

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Still the Worst Job Ever


How do I hold thee, let me count the ways.
I hold thee trembling, beneath kitchen sinks
crouched in the darkness of the...

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Mama I want to be a star
I want to grace stages that host the world's revered faces
Fantasies shameless my pipe dreams contagious 
I want to...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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Lord, Lord

Lord, Lord come to me
your love is all I need
You’ve restored my soul and paid the fee
now grace and mercy is my greed

Lord, Lord...

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created 
yet, not once did i consider 
my creator
when i thought less of myself
and wanted to be someone else
not once did i consider my creator
my...

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the cracks begin to show   and flawless floors
are not what shift and shatter here

but fear   a frangible tear   gold...

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The glass was half empty until he smashed it on the room divider

		Tequila Sunrise on the wall

Shattered the pieces lay on the ground when he...

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MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

sick
in bed
not now
then

daddy
worked for
i.b.m.

simpler times
not now
but
then

to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen

decorations
that...

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I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul...

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While others writers think of love
you’ve shat on that pure white dove.
Before on and on, I must go,
I’m telling others of what I know.

Love to...

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My brother is and will always be my Memorial Day
Of course I will always respect every warrior that fought let's say
My brother joined the Marines...

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Hypocrisy within the Village Flock

As the seasons of my life changes, glorious it may not be!!
Valley bells summons the flock to chapel.
Heavily polished Pews squeak,...

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There is a story of four musketeers 
French history would have you believe,
But no it’s not true they are Brits through and through
With a welsh...

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