Best My Style Poems

~Just  Come  To   Me ~
( In  My  Style )


My  love
Just  come  to  me 
Don't   make me  wait  anoth'r day 
You  know  I  always   love  you
Come...

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So many people ask my why
my lines are so hypnotic
and why my eyes cry for the world

I learned a lesson as a little girl
Music took the pain away
in a way that I never really understood
But somewhere I found my rhythm
and it felt good

I learned to...

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smitten with her smile
can only await this trial 
with her down the aisle...

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My life seem to be coming together
My heart is placeing in peices it never
I got my school right 
I prayed and ask GOD what should I do about my life 
He answered and said "Don't worry every thing would be alrite"
Now I'm sitting here happy,...

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I've been writing poems
For nigh on Fifty Years
I've made people laugh
And brought them close to tears
But when asked, what's my style
This is all that I can say
According to 'The Soup'
It looks like it's  N/A          ...

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I am of the past and present, of the today’s as much as yesterdays,
People of this world, ever changing of today,
Normal as well as weird a slave as well as a free man,,
stuffed with the stuff that is harsh and stuffed with 
	the stuff that...

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I'm no floozy bimbo
on a movie screen
my breasts will never grow
and I'll never be obscene
              I'm not hard and cold
            ...

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I put my pen to the paper
That’s when my heart becomes the maker
My mind acts as a window
The body’s internal translator
My words are one to one for a concept that’s one of one
I put these parts together to make a whole
Something that can only be...

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I'm cosy and warm curled up in my bed
 Don't think I will move for a while 
The wind is howling and it's lashing outside 
Getting cold and wets not my style

 I'll just turn over and close my eyes
 And catch a fews zzz...

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As I open MYSPACE
A logon is what it requests.
I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case
There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest.
OH come on I know that is it, I protest.
OK, maybe I should have added that space.
Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace…
Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly...

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my style
the sky is blue 
so is time to
mingle
in a lonely 
atmosphere 
were love is the 
reason of life 
so my blue pen 
never seize to 
pure it reality 
from the deep 
heart of willingness

my style
fire and water 
are two deferent 
liquid contents 
it differs...

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There's a promise big and steep
In my heart I'll always keep
Never to make others cry
I will do my best to try
Every day to be kind
Helping leave troubles behind
Even for a little while
A sweet word or happy smile
Can make all the difference to
A stranger or a...

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Waterfall chandeliers flood me 
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly 
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;

Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle; 
The poise...

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They say I got my own style.
I say it's because I been crawling for miles.
Life's ups and downs has made me so versatile.
I'm trying to stay sharp using my mistakes like a file.

I know the way that I write is not really ideal.
So I just...

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Power you can’t bottle and sell,
magick is not something to quell;
Her heels click just like a bombshell,
able to fuel and cast a spell;
Toxic rumors grow and dispel;
Throwing judgement without intel,
they scream furious ‘Burn the witch!’
She flipped a switch so very well;

Wildfire licks at backwards language
ingrained...

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