Best Guessed Poems

An ember sparked will softly glow,
and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.
I once was cinder, sparked by you,
first timid. . . till the flames...

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Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That...

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She briskly walks in January’s rain,
which drums the endless rhythm of her pain,
pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour
the leather jacket he so often...

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...to the finessed fowl
humming by my ear      tell me
Did anyone ever tell you
just how glad they are
to have you here?

Poignant...

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JAN HAS A FAN


Jan Has no Tan

I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
    ...

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Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been...

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I watch a golden sun slowly rise above the eastern sea and my thoughts naturally drift to
her.
I wonder what she is doing, and if she...

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My first ten years (or childhood), I'd say were pretty great.
although my confidence could easily deflate.
To be a teen - For this I could not...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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I ran into Shakespeare the other day.
Told him I too am writing a play.
He asked about the premise, which was a reeler.
I had no idea...

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Where lilacs bloomed, I spied a brown-haired child.
She, riveted by what was in her book,
did not see me! She wore a wistful look.
I guessed her...

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Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were...

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