Best Getting Poems

It was a glorious summer day and I woke up with the lark
Got my wheelchair ready and then headed to the park
I noticed a girl...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and...

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"HOLDING HIS HAND"

*The Voice*
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"God's voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down...

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MONSTER

Shackles nor chains, can't change what it is.....
Never was it, the one hiding under the bed, 
It was me, tired of it getting inside my...

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Dear men,
Explain to me why I stand alone. 
Women are quick to uplift their father, sons, and brothers
Quick to maintain the home,
But when she needs...

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I wish to claim
My boyness
My yesterday sillyness
Innocent shyness
My crinkled nose grininess
That hide and seekiness
Spin the bottle 
kind of geekiness 

Getting caught 
My hand in the...

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At a table in a garden, on a soft, sweet, summer's night
Two friends are sitting talking by the moon's reflected light.
On the table in the...

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No larger than a grain of rice,
her face is forming; mouth, a slice.
Her heart, a tube, begins to beat;
at one month, things are imprecise. 

An...

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Enroling  you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - ...

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Sophie Scholl was raised a Christian in a Lutheran family
Born in the town of Forchtenberg in south west Germany
For standing defiant against evil with her...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The...

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Don't dwell on what could have been, better it is to dwell on what can be... 
*
Never give up trying, or your life book will...

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An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He...

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just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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