Best Messily Poems

My ideas bounce off my words echoing the future onto the page
As my clarity begins to age 
Into a rage
Where water doesn’t flow 
But sprays

You attempt to duck out of the way
As I attempt to say what I must say
But instead I spray

And there it...

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Everywhere she went her hair sparkled. It glistened in the morning sun, the noonday sun, and at dusk too. The waves in her auburn hair were her glory. The freckles on her cheeks even stood out as a unique mark of her beauty. Her pigtails...

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The water gentle and still
Silent and calm
The sun setting nearby
I sit here with you. 
The sand sprawled messily for miles
And you and me among them
We sit and watch and I love you
I sit here with you. 
The sailboats full of dreamers
Pass by in the orange...

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HER WONDERFUL MOTHER NATURE


Once upon her entering and exiting  
Her comings and goings
Groceries, gym or mall
Mother Nature made the mirrors love her
All-knowing reflection,  
No adjustments needed... 
Please...not one correction
Causing confusion, she's unflawed
Everywhere, in every room, claiming, stealing all attention
Gorgeous green eyed-snake women start...

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She didn’t run – she walked
Her hands by her side
Graceful and girly, like a lady
She was certainly ladylike
I was her girl, her baby
The twinkle in her eye
And the scatterbrained reminder
That love is never silent

One afternoon
As the sun embraced my thoughts
And laughter spun joy through my...

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Make him mad with words,
Sentence his mind with imageries,
Paint a fascinating tale on his palms;
Guide his poetry like you guide your 
soul before a pride of lions down hill.
.
.
Make him smile everymorning before 
a breakfast will be served on the dining.
Let him carve your smile...

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One Word #18
Font, Noun, The particular size, weight, and style of a typeset. 

An elegant font that is written out,
But then when you try to read it,
It’s impossible.
I wonder if humans are the same way,
The most beautiful things in this world,
Can’t be read. 

Humans are...

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She took my hand and kissed me;
I said, “No acting necessary,”
So we took off into the night
Nothing to guide us but the moonlight

She slapped and screamed at me;
“Did you ever love me?!”
I turned to her and responded bluntly
“No, acting was necessary,”

Tears in her eyes, mascara...

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What's in your name? Some might answer with the predictable, the obvious and simple. A few letters they'd say, pronunciations and syllables they would remark. But, your name holds so much more than that. Your name has powers that you might not fully realize until...

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My Wait For Grand.
by Cate Rock

I walk to my shelter as the earth trembles beneath my feet. 
I walk into happiness with the world on my shoulders...
I step lightly past graves and tombs,
I walk past even you...
I find my light right where i lost it...
I...

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In my dreams, sitting by the fire, listening
To the sigh of winter’s whispering
Just beyond the window, a mystery
Breathing laughter through the heavens
In stars, shimmering messily, like they
Know what it is to be glowing just beyond
The reach of the sun, in the shadows
They erase every doubt...

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I fall slowly into a sea of sentiments

All but losing my mind in messages
Messily marking my thoughts and memories

Any feeling enhanced by expression

Painfully trickling tears into passages
Open eyes finding wonder within words
Every worry resolved by writing
Telling me, ‘perceive the power of prose’...

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"You are a part of me
I do not yet know"
claims interdependent Valarie Kaur

And I wonder,
Is she speaking to me?
Or rhetorically asking any stranger
except me,
already known
because I feel her same unitarian way
already grown

Ego/Eco-centering balanced
symmetrically integral
as a social individual

And not so much economically
and politically privileged,
lethargic,
overfed 
and drowning...

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Alas, you may have noticed if
you’ve looked around the world these days,
you don’t see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
The whole world seems to have lost that
thade of mystery we once knew,
The creatures that stalked us of old
have become remarkably few.
There’s still a...

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A lovely girl’s face,
 blood pouring from her perfect lips.
Fear in her eyes as she holds onto my hand.
Makeup so that was applied with such care
 is streaming messily down her cheeks.
Those eyes agape then rolling back.
She cries out in pain.
She looks up at me...

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