Best Lindsey Poems

As I walked into the banquet hall of the 
 Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
 out to me were the eyes of the...

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Dead Winter Stray~ By: Poet Destroyer

Nearby paces, Combatants lost under the cemetery walls,
“Blessed Men and Heavenly Remedy Women of Ages,”
Feelings of dance at the beginning...

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They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and...

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101  POETS

I want to thank 101 poets, when words have no limit.
All 101 spots full of flowing imagery and spirit.
Nathan Dilts my #1~writing for...

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Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures

Happiness is bathing in glorious, golden sunshine,
absorbing the beauty of sunsets deliciously divine.
Dancing through cool droplets of silvery rain,
feeling cleansed, refreshed,...

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Absolute Truth

What’s in a word that fades away in time?
Seldom heard like a masqueraded mime
What’s in a name that hides in the shadows?
Of feverous fame...

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To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask


I discovered on...

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I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt
Hey, wait a minute...I do, I'm a man, it's what I've been dealt...

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It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s nice but it’s not...

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Oh, if only ...

If only monsters ...
LOOKED like monsters.
If they lurked ONLY in the dark,
Glowing red eyes and chiseled teeth ...
Claws and horns and forked...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African...

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we’ve spoken
it seems too long ago
yet I’ll never forget
that sad Christmas when I cried

a friend had hurt me deeply
he was an alcoholic,
someone you knew far...

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Second Chances 


Sometimes in life, we work so hard
     to do the best that we can do.
Spend hours perfecting what we...

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(For "Focus on Syllables" contest, by Catie Lindsey)

Below we two, 
a wondrous view
Lay below, for it was spread
With jasmine blossoms white and red;
And bluebells nodding...

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I wonder often what you think, or if you think at all,
of the time we shared together as the summer turned to fall.
I dream of...

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