Best Hooked Poems

I am a poem popper

Poetry is the drug for me
A perpetual habit
Shared with select company

I am a poem popper

I have been since the age of...

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I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I...

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That day by the lake,
tattered jeans and old t-shirts,
my hand in your back pocket as we walked,
your thumb
hooked over the top of my waistband.
It was...

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The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from...

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LOVE ANGER DEATH AND GUILT 

Blog was A young girl who was 
Still at school
Everyone loved Blog, she
Was nobody’s fool,
In fact her peers regarded as...

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A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her...

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It is hard to really tell you
The beauty of this man
For many simply find it
Too hard to understand
They laugh, they smile, and tease
As I describe...

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He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a...

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Sitting dying alone,
In this dark and dingy place 
It has now become my home..
The only open bar 
In town, I needed something to heal my...

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Somewhere deep in these enchanted woods
a fairy is perched upon a delicate daisy
she yawns and stretches her transparent wings
as all around her in the dim...

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The fish is a creature cold and wet
Hooked by line and trawled by net,
Easy to catch and yummy to eat
Fried in oil or seared by...

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Inexpert at rhyme 
or singing in time
I bray like a laryngitic donkey
my artwork's inept 
I'm ham-fisted except
when doodling things that are wonky

Of style I'm bereft...

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I hunt my prey, late dusk or night
     With wings so quiet in my flight
It's hard to see me up in...

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Wild Birds and Nutsy

There still is beauty in the lengthy life,
Tho no longer glamorous corporate strife,
Grief and relief fall on first lonely days,
Staring outside at...

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Rick was violent and showed no remorse
His alcoholic outbursts lead to their divorce

Wife Sue moves away with Billy their son
Then Billy’s badly injured in a...

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