Best Moreover Poems

"Give me words,
Thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words
For
A poem I wish to write
Not any poem
But
A masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring poet shouted,...

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Trying to get myself together,
I book my dentist appointment.
In the waiting room I sit.
Finally, they call me,
 I sit on the all familiar dentist chair.
Looking...

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Don’t look at me
As though I am an alien or a stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy
Fly out of your eyes.

I am your neighbor.

Don’t call...

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Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth....

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I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your...

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What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am...

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A strange blue rose - alone
midst an array of clustered flowers -
a few of them her friends -
the shy violets, lovely white lilies, and bold...

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From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its...

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We all

Shareholders of good and evil are

Since

This world we share the same

But

Though the dividend of good we rush to cash in

The

Dividend of evil we leave...

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why i write

I sit here now and think about today,
Tomorrow and yesterday.
The choices I have made both good and bad,
The one that made me happy...

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I choose to be happy each day
no matter what blocks the sun's rays.
I'll still jump, catch the train,
do sun dance in the rain;
and then gather...

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"I Am Fire"


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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts...

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Emotions diverse
'pon reading your verse
laughing and crying spontaneous
face a-beaming
tears a-streaming
joyful and sad smile-utaneous

My head is swollen
my heart all but stolen
wending across the vast pond
may stars...

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