Best Fresh Poems

Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a soft and silky bed,
then plant seeds, where once grew weeds,
and grow vegetables instead.

Watch out for snails!
Watch out for slugs!
Watch out...

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I dyed my small world
In the colours of grief
I couldn’t find comfort
But I longed for relief

All my fabric was dark
I was shrouded in black
The weight of the world
Felt full on my back

I walked amongst shadows
With a feeling of dread
No one could reach me
with the words...

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In my meadow the scent of spring ripples in air, 
I see the dance of patina on dainty petals of daisy, 
unfurling with the touch of dawn’s spectrum, 
like your hazel eyes out of the trance of dream. 

The flowers blossom in chromatic charisma of...

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A thousand voices
one thousand and one orders
boot camp is over...

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Forever, our love lingers in the air all around -
The smell of fresh paint lingers in my nose, in the air.
Crisp sheets lay smooth untouched with hospital corners.
I dreamt I held you in our bed.
A king-sized bed is too big for one.
Wedding gifts are strewn...

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“You two melons are crowding me in a bad way.”

“Are you kidding, Bermuda? You must be gay,
‘cause all the potato heads think we look fly!
Yeah, see them? They’re giving us melons the eye!”

“Well, you’re squeezing me in; I’m a delicate guy!”

“Good grief, Mr. Onion, you’re...

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Your eyes sparkle like lapis lazulite
As your hair cascades down your face
Your skin glows like morning sunset
And as i look at you i think are you an Angel tonight?

Your a breath of fresh air in a world of hate
And looking at you i see my...

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Broken fruit stacked forward, with
their tender lip-soft skins 
scuffed among her unspoiled sisters.

Lonely is the unripe peach
hoping to be chosen,
turning her sun side out, beckoning, 
longing to be washed and tasted, and
not knowing of her immature bitterness.

They always reach back 
for the fresh loaf of...

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"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the lucid flow

you can taste the blood
as you turn them 
twist them further in 

with valour 
war cry bitten 
you drive...

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Breath of fresh air is what I need
Where is that dog? where is that lead?
Need to blow all cobwebs away
We're off right now we won't delay
Ocean is calling salt on my skin
Waves are rolling seagulls skim
Skimming the waves a joy to see
Dog is barking he...

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"Fresh"



Azure skies
reflect
in your eyes
I flow into your
still calm 
you are my 
ultra marine 
pulling in my 
tide grave eyes 
silver green 
portals flood
two minds 
now one
magnetised
salty love
taste your lips
all tangled up 
in seaweed legs
wrapped and 
tied tight 
like ribbons 
at the 
crossroads 
solitary
isolated
locked 


(LadyLabyrinth /...

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Every day is a fresh start, a new beginning.
We can reinvent ourselves
We can be revitalized and inspired.
We can instill hope and love in others.

Every face we make, every word we utter
Every movement of our eyes and smile
Can uplift and enthuse
We can indulge ourselves in positivity.

Each...

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Cherries are delish
On top of a Banana Split
Topping on a Sundae center of whipped cream
Straight from the jar a tasty treat

They are so good by the pound
Fresh from the grocer
Get a bowl and bite around the pit
Or made into a jam_lickety split

But all those cherries...

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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.

I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid youths,
Like when dusky stars waltz out dreamy, winking to show...

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fresh picked blueberries
stimulate poetic pens ~
my muse just wants pie
...

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