Best Halting Poems

We don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
  when time was f r o z...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and all were asleep,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sheep.
The cattle were snoozing, the pigs were at rest
And...

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There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light,
amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright. 
There were no misleading traffic signals,
halting...

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This solemn shore of atrophy called grief,
would sail on, sail on from this moor of thief -
while yesterday I smiled, and did achieve
today am stricken...

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I dream of the old house, five thousand miles
away, across the sea, high on the hill,
the garden where the rhododendrons shade
the black and white tiled...

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A homeless poet

A few days ago, I was walking home with my dollar store notebook in my hand as I walked. I was deep in...

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They elude me now ...words
Drinking befits a drowning man possessed
Swimming off this broken page
Baton winning in a relay race
I breached the ribbon sliced with chest
Joy!...

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Sing me that song of compelling phrase,
Make me long to dance to your croon
With halting rhythms of a distant place.

I shall look longingly into your...

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From my self made
Prison walls
I look outside
And see the sun

The ocean breeze
Reaches me
I see the seagulls
Flying free

These hard and cold
Stone cell walls
Close around me
Cut my...

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*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of...

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This is a perfect winter night to tandem thyself with my sizzling nerves 
Candle light stuns thy hips moving in wine-red skirt, penning killer curves
O’...

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I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein

I pretended such positivity 
Holding happy forward as...

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The swordsman who draws his blade
Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard 
Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing
Held back by muscles tight with...

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Hundreds of people passing hallways each day,
but how many times do we stop, smile, and show them the right way.
No matter the color of their...

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“Hi Sexy”, I said to 
The giant beaked black emu;
The next thing I recall,
Big yellow beak heading
At me, full speed ahead
And I quickly stepped back.

Stalled...

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