Best In Short Poems

I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a...

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I saw her sitting in a wheel chair,
crippled, mute and almost hairless,
over pumped with chemotherapy,
and aged more than she really was.
 
Yet I prefer to remember the one date
we had a long, long time ago.
Oh how she laughed that day
as we swam in a lonely...

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The astronaut saw the black hole
And suddenly feared for his soul 
He chose to die brave
And gave life a wave
And as he went in he cried, “Goal!”

The astronaut clung to his pride
As his atoms were spread far and wide
And he nearly cried
Because as he died...

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The Sun Is a Liar



It’s been quite some time since I've awoke early enough to meet the sun coming over the horizon. As I gazed out the window from my bedroom window seat, the sky was cloud free, allowing the warm rays of the sun...

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it seems in just the twinkling of an eye
life passes by
and one's left at the brink
with time to think
before the fall 
into the great abyss
where did time go?

For some, life is short
for others, long
But the years don't count
Nor do the hours
It's the moments which capture...

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I awakened about midnight in the middle of the day.
I was crawling swiftly toward you as I slowly raced away.
I hummed a merry melody that truly had no tune
As I ate my cup of coffee and then drank my bowl of prune.
The pot of beans...

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When I was little I thought the older a person was, the more brain cells you grew.
Thus, older people are smarter than little people. 
That thought was long gone by the time I was four or five.
At eight I was so confused by big hand...

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writers

p u r s u e

verbosity

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readers

d e s i r e

brevity

[Brevette form]
The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters...

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The long and short of it 

I find the poetry I read
while running through this site
Takes my breath away from me
and makes me want to write

But when I sit to do the same
with thoughts I have to share
I drop the pen and realize
that I can...

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Cast him not in bronze,
Nor sculpt in pottery clay,
Lay down the chisel
Where the marble bust holds sway.

Better to fold paper
In the Origami play,
So when fame has died,
He can quickly blow away....

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The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came

I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~ suffered and healed
How could he now sit there so serene...

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How do you define love?
I mean what is it really,

How can I feel so much love for so many 
people here that I barely know 
...because I do.

You have all been so kind and accepting of me.

Many of you know how I feel.
That I know I am not a...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the...

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Little Innocence was forged into the world 
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble 
A statue thought to beat immortality 
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found...

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the day I died
was a rainy one
but the sun came out
in the nick of time
I can laugh about it now
but it was a worry...

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