Best Muster Up Poems

-For Melissa

She asked me how long does it take to heal
In what time allotment, exactly, will it take
For forgetfulness to become a reoccurrence
A blessing for the haunted
Memories that can be bleached off 
White sundresses put on in order to frolic
On beaches with waves washing away
Each...

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The wind carries in your soft loving jasmine scent 

Is it really you or am I just daydreaming once more?

The sun taps me on my pale shaded shoulder

I turn quickly thinking it is you

Asking for one more moment

One last dance

One more chance at romance

One last...

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Bright lights, big city...
bright lights, big city dreams...
please just take me away tonight
Let me rest on your elegance tonight
I have no energy left to spend in reality
so please knock me unconscious
just to be in the place that makes me...
I wanted to sing
so loudly, proudly of...

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A festered quelling of song

Tasting broths of ritualistic intent
Evermore

Nevermore
Can epiphany’s silent facade
Hold me down
Ever
Again

A war of hellos
Goodbyes
I miss you

“Please, come
Home”

The laughable oddity,
I’ve always been here.

They say home is where the heart is. 

Yet, it soars thru Heaven’s misunderstandings. 

With many peculiar eyes
Tearing in humbled curiosities
And...

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walking through the halls,
eyes on the floor.
the silence breaks once I hear you footsteps,
every step loud and distinct.
my body goes rigid,
sending chills down my spine.
you clear your throat,
as I catch your raspy voice,
all my instincts are alert.
my ears grab onto each and every breath,
my eyes...

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There was a time as a child when I knew I was different. I felt lost and enjoyed thing other girls may not have. I hated dresses, loved wearing ball caps and watched football at the age of five. I’m sure other little girls loved...

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The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back 
to hear the pounding of the feet

My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do

i see the glint of...

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The sun rises yet again,
And with it another battle to begin.
The dark star lit skies has not treated me well,
Torturing my mind with memories of times I fell.

The morning rays chase away the stories of discouragement, 
Leaving only new demons without empathy or sentiment.
These burdens...

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I feel if you want to steal my limelight
then you had best learn to rhyme tight,
and double up your rhyme with each line 
like mine so that I might feel the fright, 
decline and beeline from your sight.

Live your life in the shadows
far away from...

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IT MATTERS NOT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



It matters not the price , I shall not cut and run
I will muster up the strength til the battle done
Unsheathe my sword, toil; til the conflict won
Should I perish before the victory is reached
I pray others will rise and fill...

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Poet heads up note: This poem is rated pg for some violence.


Born into a mafia family,
with his umbilical cord in a knot,
he took his first breath
as his Mom lay on the cot,
his Dad was big, tough and burly,
while his new son
who they called Don
was very...

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Morning

The doctor called the next man in 
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence 
As he wrestled with despair.

A minute passed before they spoke 
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that 
He wished that he were dead.

"Those tides wave back...

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My eyes fountain
As i muster up to our nations mountain
This fact i ascertain
But no pleasures i entertained.

My eyes fountains
For the waif 
My voice wails for the poor
Sleeping in cold on bare floor.

My eyes fountain
For the orphans
Whom sweat became their daily bread
whom pain becomes their dinner...

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I'm just another girl.
My situation doesn't matter.
The fact is, at one point or another,
everyone gets let down,
everyone has disappointments,
everyone hurts.
We're all human.
We're allowed to feel these emotions
without feeling guilt or greed.
We'll all have good days & bad days;
days where you wish you'd never gotten out...

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Pray, I know, I feel it, I sense it
The intuition which is mightier than my wit
Tweets it to my mind
And I just trust it
As it holds the same power
As a walking stick would, to a blind,
Pray, i just know that about me 
And about all...

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