Best Harsher Poems

A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole where bunnies ware
Waist coats and fancy pocket watches!
Empty tea cups, please move down one place, as this riddler
Of whimsical nonsense...

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 INSPIRED BY “SCENTED LEAVES” CONTEST SPONSPORED BY KIM RODRIGUES


Aromatic avenues with the scent of your perfume
Lingering on each leaf you grace with your presence
Those delicate feet treading the petalled pathways of his heart
Enticing a new spring in the Autumn of his life


Autumn

A cold bleak...

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Some mistakes are
Not so easy to erase
Some linger
And haunt you
No matter what you’ve done
No matter what you do
As you try to forget
As you try to make amends
Sometimes forgiveness
Never seems to come
Sometimes you’re so much
Harsher on yourself


Submitted on August 26, 2019 for contest OVERCOMING MISTAKES sponsored...

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Little child
Your tiny hands hold a little flower
Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace
In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works
It is the sanctuary of warm softness in the heart
Free of all clouds and stormy weather
 
Little feet
You walk on soft white sand
Eagerly, you...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is in the despairing skies;
each hut shuts its bright bewildered eyes.
The wind sighs

and my heart sighs with her:
my only companion, O...

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A tribute to our own Charmaine Chircop. Well past due and definitely well deserved

the sky she sees is beautiful

the sun appears at her command
yet no sorceress is she
storms vanish because she wills it 
blue skies and puffy whites adorn her
she is a poetic princess
a lover...

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Son, would you tuck in your shirttail
Was something often heard
At home when I was a youngster
With harsher action inferred

My otherwise kind hearted Mother
Had shirttails as a pet peeve
That boys were just naturally sloppy
Was something she wouldn't believe

It didn't seem to matter
That action was big in...

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I dedicate this poem to you,
The one who I used to call "friend",
"Best friend", or maybe even "sister".
Yes, you meant that much to me,
And I thought I meant as much to you.
No, maybe not as much, but at least a "best friend".
Did I ask for...

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In Ouachita's tales, where pine needles sigh.
I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown.
Silvered river forgotten secrets float by
And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now.

A flame ignites, dispelling shadows deep,
A beacon for lost souls on twilight's rim.
Forgotten songs within my spirit leap,
A lullaby for weary...

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When I was young and clueless,
If retirement appeared
Somehow upon my radar
I would think it pretty weird.

But if I gave some thought to where
My future self might be,
Most likely it would be a little
Cabin by the sea.

A stroll into a charming town,
My cottage with a view,
A...

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But my school master
my father and mother
the classmates and friends
contributed little, or nothing

Lessons to write poems
Life taught me major skills
Inspired me with intrinsic love
And it made me to conclude;

“Best and lasting lessons in life
are not taught by institutions,
but by the often neglected
wild bushes of life....

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7th October, 2023. Israel.


“Shabbat Mourning” 

the War commenced 
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.

some say,
it has arrived, 
the biblical Apocalypse. 

some say,
not war, just another 
haggling loose rabble skirmish.

Hamas 
says,
“God is Great!”

Netanyahu 
says,
“we are at War!

And we will 
win 
this War!”

everything over
before begun;
Winter is coming

harsher than 
before

(LadyLabyrinth...

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Don`t be fooled by the face i wear,for i wear a thousand masks and none of them 
are me.Don`t be fooled, for god sake don`t be fooled
I give the impression that im secure,that confidence is my name and coolness is my 
game,and i need nobody,but...

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I thought of one of my nephews before I wrote this, God bless him please

He's from a western land where the hustla's real,
And the thugs'll steal,
Brothers'll kill for the love o' bills,
Tryin' to get a mill[million],
Means much blood'll spill

So his forte's to scheme & die...

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Suicide letters
Or love notes to death
I an not sure what to call them
I have read so many
From my friends of course
Saying they are sorry
How they just couldn't take it any longer
How their sorrow swallowed them
The depression gripping tighter
That's what depression does
It chokes out the life...

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