Best Literature Poems

between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint...

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Achilles, The Journey To Troy, 
(Part Two) of (Part One-titled, Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal)

Achilles, The Journey To Troy

Woe! wretched horrors Olympic gods...

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I feel a sense of déjà vu as I listen
to the cacophony of voices:
dilettantes discussing poetry 
under baroque chandeliers. Masquerading 
as avant-garde writers or bona...

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Achilles, Bloody Battles, Death's Black Hand As Was Fated
Part Three, (the Conclusion)

Dawn, bright rays fell upon Achilles and his band
exiting ship, Greek sandals felt soft...

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At awe by my mothers beautiful mind,
when it came to writing I always felt so blind.

Literature class advised us to write,
for the first time I...

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The lines
Inside my head
Spinning
Swirling, curling
Round my brain
Somehow
Find the path
Come winding
Down my arm into my hand
And pop upon the
Paper, canvas,
Glass…

I let them flow
They flow so fast
Words,...

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Salutations to all the poets
That waters my ink,
Those whose words never
Make my heart shrink,
Of you always i ever will think,
Standing alone, i could sink
So i...

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sure...she'd forgiven
though heart had been riven
she loved him: a given

she said, "it's Ok...
that's how the boys play.
Don't worry, I'll stay
but not again, hear? No way!"

But...

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When cover of a book teases us to pry
Courted we're by sound of their voices:
Writers, creators, poets, and scholars--
Inviting us to virtues of wisdom inside.

If...

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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
 Third poet in my poet dedication series

Part One:
 
Curtain rises and we see as Raven's...

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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...

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O Teacher! My Teacher!
I would dare to channel a master just for you.
I know not if I am up to this lofty task,
but it is...

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It has been the slow and steady race of life
To emulate the tortoise and not the hare
Using failures as stepping stones to success
Not success but...

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What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!

(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)

It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie)...

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Recipe-How to make a human from scratch

Start with a large amount of dirt.
Add sufficient water to moisten.
Mix together until becomes clay like.
Shape and mold according...

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For every step my father took,
my short legs took three.
“Daddy, please,” I called to him,
“you walk too fast for me.”

My sister took a husband;
my brother...

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among you and I and among us all
remains a feeling of shallow intoxication
that seems to play on and on and on in our respective heads
as...

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I didn't know the sunlight 'till she brought it to the house,
or how much better pancakes are when shaped like Mickey Mouse.
I've learned that giving...

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In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in...

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What has happened to our kids?
Why did we become the type of parents we did?
Is there a name for us?  
Slower, easier, then turned...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act...

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She's only 12 1/2 years old as I recall
Adult minded who walks before the crawl
How did she join us and we not  figure out
Her...

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A tender discourse of artistic thoughts
Ambles my mind searching for prologue
Aiming to become a poetic dialogue,
Striving for words that elicit a response.

And you enter with...

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It is so difficult to measure,
any metaphysical treasure.
One can only glean, 
Its riches in stream,
By absorbing it at one’s leisure.

I’m speaking of poetry that hovers,
Levitating...

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I have gathered you here today
to mourn rhyming poetry's death.
For modern poets think it's too blasé
regardless of rhythm or breath.

Lyrical literature's cliché
though it has been...

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