Best Much Poems

there's too much sorrow...
don't you know
we are all going to die
a starting point always beckons a finish
sooner or later
no matter how
peaceful or painful
that final moment may be
you see...
it will come
for you
for me

There's too much sorrow
war
betrayal
so much I have seen
sickness sapping away
the mother-daughter moments
meant for me...
She...

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 O beloved rose in my 
  garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon 
  envy this fragrant field of 
immortal lyrics~
for I’ll treat you with kindness,
 scatter herbs of compassion,
 with picturesque patience, 
 water your greying...

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Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly poor-souls
Where lights are flashing as machines jingle
When luck adjudicates winners and losers.

Watch her essence of fiery determination
Fueling her steps, gathering...

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How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the...

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I did a video of a poem that was Poem of the Week. Here is the link to the original poem. 

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/too_much_sadness_for_me_711084

With all that is happening around us in the world today, I'm always reminded that a better day is coming....a day when there will...

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"I'm too much of a giver and a lover"
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It's not about defining the perfectness of me
For there is not more to what I can be
in which you expect of me
But to learn to accept this is all there is to me 
and where I am...

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The power within you is unique
   if you are true to yourself
   Today closer to fine
   Navigating your inner self
   changing landscapes
   shadow pages and the imprint of the past
   fear fake investors
...

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Five fingers of joy
slyly, coyly burgles; he's
absconding with koi.
As you like it, as you wish;
carpe carpum: seize the fish!


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POTD 0/28/2022
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I could pound her head against a brick wall
or find some modicum of logic to install
but those would probably do no good at all
for she is filled with bitter anger and gall

Do these words portray someone you know
If I could change her attitude, I'd make...

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Time To Ponder This World And So Much More

Within dreams that this soul truly adores
Where mountain ridges highlight bright sun's glow
Green valleys below, lakes with sandy shores
Life content as blessed happiness pours-
Pathways that a true, sincere seeker treads
Lined with beautiful flowers shining bright
Gems dancing within...

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I will look to times no more, 
to this girl of eleven;
to the old house on the perfect street,
I loved it there, we loved it,
the worn wood floors,
the big olden kitchen,
the lovely flowers mom grew outside,

I will never forget the trees, the drooping green;
the...

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It either kills the person or gives them glory.
It has it’s own life and demands territory. 
It is one of the seven most deadly sins.
Be very careful because it could make your life end.
It is the contrast of real inner strength.
It has a unforgettable smell...

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My heart is breaking, but the show must go on.
Too much love will kill you, if you try too hard.
Love of my life, don't leave me; where have you gone?
You're my best friend, but you have left me scarred.

Too much love will kill you, if...

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To kiss moist lips and taste their sweet desire
Then see the need, that want, through lust filled eyes
How quickly sparks ignite a night on fire
Flame so intense, it burns out at sunrise

The morning after comes with a disguise
Complete with attitude of "just be nice"
You flash...

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He was the child that did not smile, or live
or breath, towards his death he did not look
as though he had the time to duck and dive
he was taught to live or die by the book

Bruised and battered in a dishevelled state
hiding in corners wrapped...

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