Best Full Stop Poems

"Give me words,
Thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words
For
A poem I wish to write
Not any poem
But
A masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring poet shouted,...

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One swift move tempting
 sunburned curls to find 
     a whole new place
     across her face
           around vanilla shoulders
dress...

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"The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest"



First you must find the steps
Covered in wet moss, fog and cobwebs
It’s not easy to find, 
the Hidden Garden...

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For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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I am
a period.  When you see me it means
a full stop.      A break for
the reader.
   ...

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Gadaffi!  That hole in your temple 
will put a full stop to your trample 
of the poor Libyans.  
So, now the Syrians 
say,...

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The day will come....
When I would touch the
Waves of the Air
I would fly with Birds
I would dance with Peacock
the day will come....


The day will come...
When...

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Like the gradual diming of the 
sun
I watch as day fades away 
Along with my troubles 
Watching as the worldly 
canvas
Completes its daily painting
Maybe im...

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"Give me words, thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words, for I wish a
poem to write.
Not any poem but a masterpiece of a poem!"...

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Roses and Sunbeams


Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
She was glorious and...

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Ahh!
peering out, 
never in 
your words are whisper thin 
like willow-silk spun 
drying parched 
on your skin

Ahh
but I read you very clear 
every word every...

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Lost your tongue, 
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there...

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ARTIST NATURE

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Watch out and wait. In fact stop listen and wait. Is that the wailing of a sail sailing by? Of course it is. The fact...

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