Best Madison Poems

She's broken.
She just wanted her thoughts to be spoken.
For her words to mean something,
For her words to be affecting.

But she feels worthless.
Her dream was to...

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Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
     one    by    one
 ...

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Some people frankly write about their quirks.
If I had any, I would tell you so.
Though no outlandish trait within me lurks,
some folks think I’m a...

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What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry...

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We star it off with Ben Franklin,
American renaissance man,
whose industry and sharp wit
made him the richest in the land.
Lived out an American dream
before the country...

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A hot cup of tea greeting me—
first thing in the morning, 
wife smiling unconditionally, xo!  
hot water on tap, tsh…
neighbour’s doggy popping in to...

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I stand here by the ocean, heart in hand
          A tender place that you and I...

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Dear Santa

You see Santa,
In just a few days it would have been my brother's 30th birthday
Would've been a big celebration 
Instead I will be spending...

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It was Saturday evening when we had our date,
I was so prepared and assured that I won’t be late!
Preparing everything for my one true girl,
She...

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*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:) 

In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in...

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You have grown to be such a man
yet, I cannot help but see the boy in you
you are my Son, who wears many uniforms
as your...

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Six forty eight,
sitting in a cab at Madison and LaSalle.
Present in hand, Spongebob encased.
A look at the schedule just to confirm
the train leaves at seven...

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What's up?
What's going on?
How come it's 3AM?
And bright as noon?
Have I finally made it
Into a Looney-Tune?

Who left me a hot breakfast,
Then disappeard?
How the hell did...

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I have so many little quirks that I don’t know where to start
Please try not to judge me as I bare my fragile heart
First there...

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While most kids enjoy their box of toys
My pride is a treasure trove of words
I love to admire, touch and fondle them
I play with their...

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