Best Misers Poems

The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or  be it so nice.
Time flies against their will.
Nothing stops it, no one will.
We can change how we live.
We can learn how to...

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We will forever be carrying the lamp of redemption
On top of the high seas we utter in silence
That we are the misers the lepers of instinct 
We sit through the words of the beaten the battered
The movement will cry out that we have forsaken
The burdens...

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They’re entering my place
And they will ask no question
I’ll understand through days
They took my world with action
Of thousands high-boots
Of coloures of the martial
The God won’t help they’re rude
And everybody’s marshal.
They step with bayonets 
They say they carry freedom
Their hearts are full of weeds
And only blood...

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So few needs that humans have
that some say bread and water.
Forgetting clothes and shelter
to leave you cold or hotter.

Who will make their list up
of what it takes to live?
and who will cross it off
should they be one to give?

Some will call them cheapskates,
skinflints, even misers.
Those...

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One..
When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry,
Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece!
But do not water the eyes!
The only God who knows how to mourn, how deep is the sorrow!
I'm in the body,
So little bodice
So insulted
So much boring
So disrespectful
How do...

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I hear the sharp raindrops 
tap the budding green leaves
like the ticks from my wristwatch.
Through the childlike window
I see gigantic maple pillars 
and a forest of wet grass.
The ghostly smoke from my pipe rises 
towards the lightbulb,
air bubbles in my wine.
My fingers skim thorugh a...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an hour. He went, he went,
he went, he went, he went, the bloody scoundrel,
abducting Charlotte! Oh, how much I loved her!
A...

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Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion

Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure

Bustling balloons launch from high vaulting hearts
Adventurers revel in joy during jaunty occasions 
Concerned...

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“On the Sonnet”
by John Keats

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find out, if we must be constrained,
Sandals more interwoven and complete
To fit the naked foot of poesy;
Let us inspect the lyre,...

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I see hell,
I see fire,
I see more than desired.
I see truth, 
I see liars,
I see all we've inspired. 
I see planets,
I see cages,
I see war for all ages.
I see ants,
I see men,
I see it happen again.
I see hope,
As it falls,
But still captures us all.
We will...

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Voices

by June Ellen Smith

Tiny voices in the nighttime rhyming with
Tiny hands, expanding into bigger ones,
Sucking thumbs and fingers. Ringers on
A pole - horseshoes. Tie shoes for tiny feet.
Defeat the tiny voices in my head when
I go to bed and wake up with the voices.
Choices are...

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When I sank...the friend I had were blind leaders; 
Among thorns and thistle and innocent robbers 
I did spend and spread my gold without manners;
I was rotten and dying but was soaked in flatters.

Parasites and predators build mansions within me, 
Arrows and shadows stings and...

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Filthy filthy
Foolish flake thieves
Dirty tricks up their sleeves
Hurting good people and destroying our earth-
Their very essence has no worth.

The duds of humanity
The ickness of vanity.
The mere mad misers-
The filthy filthy
Colonizers !...

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In a world full of
misers and robbers, he gave
away prizes in
cash. His generosity
I applaud and wish to say
we get back what we
give many times multiplied.
Also what we don't 
desire we surely have. He
will get more than what he gave.

8th March 2021
Inspiration: Recent contest where he...

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Might need to work on this a bit; tried to make a poem with words starting with M and S only.
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Ministers serenade motley misers
Mostly seeming sincere – maybe!
Morose morons, shaving slivers 
Masters sharing money-see!

Messer’s mumble silly sentiment
Sold mainly, so morons see
Many misters make Miss Malcontent
Madder...

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