Best Hooped Poems

It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the clouds.

Its four towers majestic as blankly,
they stared, covering all points...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
              her thoughts thickened by darkening...

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great blue heron stood
in flint river statuesque....
children hooped, threw rocks  ...

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I sit among the stones under a lowering October sky, longing to see more than others have seen,

And tarry where the hurried have passed.

And sit, remembering streets of earth, and hooped

Black dresses trailing the dirt.

And watch agape as a brief cortege enters the gate, and...

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She floated on her merry way
And left the crowds in pale dismay
A string of streamers flew astray
As the balloon swept to the clouds

The people down below were sold
Their tickets, bright and blooming gold
To take a flight, so they were told
Upon Her Majesty’s Suite.

Who knew the...

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With flashing eyes she did enthral
as to the beat of drums she danced
a wild flamingo with clacking castanets
her wide hooped skirt was all a-swirl

Golden earrings sparkling and flashing
heels looking impossibly high as she twirls
her eyes flashing enticing messages 
as the men flock to her a...

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She gathered the clouds calling their names:
“Pink bell, Honey Drop, Stardust, Sea Wild”
and all hooped, nodding heads like dames.
They lay to sleep humming like a meek child.
 
No, no, no, she was not playing games:
just wanted to have the sky at her side
while sleeping nested...

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Sweet Times

Sweet is the taste of days from yesteryear
that haunt the heart so keenly they bring tears
to eyes which have seen sadness, joy and pain
as time passed on and age ceased not to gain.

Sweet were the summers when you as a child
ate popsicles and hula...

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Patriot's Play Scheme 

Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I try.

My life bottomed out and became abysmal,
Yet I will struggle...

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Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net. 
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court 
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must...

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This is the third
time
I've planted
climbing roses

The first two failed
to fulfill
my romantic fantasy
of
efflorescent roses
flaunting their
naughty
frilly pink bodice
and hooped skirts
draped in loops
like gingerbread
scroll-work
or fleur-de-lis
gamboling,
sauntering
across the white
French trellis

I guess I'm really a
fairy trapped
inside this 5' 8"
terrestrial body
I love how the
amethyst
moon-flowers
with the pentagram
tattooed on their
belly button petals
cast a magic...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve. Eradication of suits in high beam flush. Akin to Old....

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Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to, 
A province of vices and soured delinquencies 
Where dreams remain dreams
And reality seems unnatural 
Like angels and demons in a guileful romance

Few months ago, a young enforcer was stationed
At the city of madness where reason has...

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Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull o' Eire rush deuce cent)

aye pretend, and thence make oop
duff fallow wing vary minor event
harkening back...

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Interesting regarding a walnut. Pacing perking perching. Wow. In a hooped skirt hopping. Hoping shell just keeps safe. Much leaping many leaves. And chiming is neither timing nor temperature gauge. A Guatemalan flying multi coloured bee is quite remarkable in a circular flight. Swarm not...

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