Best Littlest Poems

He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground

I had wondered why...
Why did...

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Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh!
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule, there must...

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Resting on this oversized jagged rock
Gazing out across the vast blue sea
Waves crashing upon the stony shore
A soft mist spraying, showering me

I think... I think...

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My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four.
    I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me,...

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This subtle dance in smallest tendons
And tiniest of contractions,
In littlest of words.

Minor C, disclosed in me in
tapping of ten digits
on my sheets.

When they dance in,...

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I was walking in the woods near our
vacation cabin.
And to my surprise I saw a pot of gold.
I wondered to myself where could it lead?
To...

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Six sick skunks of one stinking litter
get startled by a fox; five of the six sick skunks scamper.
But one of the six sick skunk siblings...

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Fresh like the kiss of Dr. Pepper,
On my lips, I give to you.
For you sanctify my everyday,
And help me make it through.

The smell of your...

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There comes a time,
in the early, but
not so early, morn

when, and this is key,
if a portion of an instant
rationed a morsel of a moment -
but...

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It caught her when she didn’t expect, 
Attacking her in a tight whirl,
It came at her from out of the blue, 
To put her into...

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When a poet reaches the end of the line
the restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry,
watching the final rays of today's sunshine
eternally on paper,...

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Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make...

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Mother Rat

The queen of common suffering
is a pregnant rat.
She lifts a perfume atomizer
from a dumpster-

for its chandelier glint,
lilac smell,
mint vodka taste,
soft squeeze-bulb feel,
and 'pfffit pfffit'...

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Sometimes you see something beautiful
Today it was raindrops on a bin
All lined up, sharing a space with a web
So on the way to school we...

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You bring your own tribe
Of negative vibes
You make that dumb face
That cuts like knives

It’s passive aggressive 
And too excessive 
The littlest thing
Your manic depressive

Your anger...

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