Best Mere Poems

Oft Woe Is Sorrows, Of Mere Mortal Men

Of fine artist brush and true poet's pen
oft woe is sorrows, of mere mortal men.
Tho' great the powers, sun's glow in blue skies
majestic the beauty, in dawns bright rise.

What purpose poetry, if not to give?
What purpose existence, if...

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I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn head.
Life had beat him hard, made him pay heavy dues,
cast jagged stones into his every night's bed.
He looking back at...

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Clouds of many forms, shifting in the sky,
Fading in and out, quietly passing by.
Seeing floating forms in full animation,
Requires a reset of mind’s vibration.

For one must look deeply beyond mere sight,
To see all the shapes in the dark and light.
Open channels of imagination,
Now you recognize...

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Katelyn Kirkconnell
4-20-17

Mère

The way she combs her fingers through her hair is captivating;
She always checks herself in the mirror before work to make sure her hair’s align and makeup’s ideal.
She couldn’t go one day without my palm in hers; 
The way our skin brushes against one...

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My people are the Ojibwa, fierce and strong,
a people of stories and myths and knowledge;
on birch bark scrolls and stones their history told,
and I, a mere Ojibwa girl, write stories . . .

There, upon a sheer and rocky cliff the Appaloosa horse
of many colors...

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The CRY OF A KENYAN. 
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation. 
And here's my plead. 

Am lost within a nation
No name no...

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I was a mere lad of ten living on a prairie farm in Hoosier land,
Roaming the fields in my old straw hat, barefoot, carefree and tanned.
My faithful dog, Spooks, was always with me chasing rabbits,
(And rabbits were very plentiful due to their prolific habits!)

We had...

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Le Jardin De Ma Mere.


      A frayed straw hat protecting silvery grey,
      my mother got outside today!

      Yellow, green, and white, her garden daisies smiled happy and bright.
  ...

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nnam, where's that tree
at the centre of the clan?
o, what happened to the people's iroko?
where're my people's hope?
the voice of my clan
the famous tongue that came
like the griot of my niger
and stood firm, astute, echoing
the drums of my masters
the ancestors, my ancients –
nnam, did you...

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tiny kiss with hugs
soars an old heart to great heights
a child is amazing…

so careful they love;
everyone and everything.
extravagant smiles;
little minds that never sleep,
big hearts that remain vigil.

happiness is small
enough to carry and hold
precious little child…

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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I was put on this planet
with a mission to accomplish,
and enthusiasm is my reason to exist;
I take nothing in stride... 
not keeping watch on my enemy,
and try to live peacefully...
knowing that I will die
without a grudge on my sigh!   

Is that a mere...

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We Are But A Mere Blink


This blue marble spins like a top
 ever forward in time, never stop
Yesterday was a picture so long ago
 a bloody river in epic timeless flow

Yet we could never give up our past
 memory serves to make love everlast
Time is...

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It’s another school day and it’s another panic attack 
I see my old best friends nails digging in her boyfriend’s back
Recalling bathroom braids and kitchen raids
Experimental aide, sharing shitty grades
Now she’s trying hard to look great
Even though I’d love her all the same
Without that stupid...

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A Mere Diatribe

A mere diatribe,
Which is full of silly words;
Where should I start next?

James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet...

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If music were but, mere dreams
What a bitter sorrowful waste this would be
Thus shadows, and to play a note
A meager reminder of a world without hope

Nexus of the heart blacker than grayer
Taste, loveless sapor than savor 
Flowers wilt and will not, then they wither die
Laughter...

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