Best Newcomer Poems

A traveling newcomer
explorer of worlds
adventurer
across the seas
from galaxies a far
new universes
such beauty and wonder
a grand tour

earth seems like a second home
breathtaking landscapes, scenery 
diversity
birds and...

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Her face may show a rosy blush
Peering through a favorite bush.
Perhaps you'll greet with great delight
This newcomer dressed in purest white 
Miss Morning Glory, sweet...

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Seasons come, seasons go,
even though we may wish it weren't so.
But each season has a time and place,
bringing its own beauty and grace.

The year begins...

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POSITIVELY TRUMP

The Economy is booming
No catastrophe yet looming
After choosing Donald Trump
Where recession? where the slump?

But we’re nearing full employment
All who can, in max deployment 
Black...

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elbow to elbow no room to breathe
in this place i once thought an escape
missing her more each day
and each passing moment
brown children with vaseline
greased scalps...

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They sent her out for dingleberry dew.
A crazy mission for no one gave her a clue.
Were they orange, yellow, striped, green, red, or blue?
She was...

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Upon the cold stone I sit
A shaded graveyard, not even light can split
Wandering, I walk across this ghostly land
The fog and rain command

Slowly the light...

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Nature so feels the murmur of summer,
And the whispers of many young dreams;
With spring past, the vibrant newcomer,
Bears gilded rays and clouds of cream.

Romantic red...

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Autumn hosts a carnival of color
celebrating the bounty of summer.
But Jack Frost, Autumn's gentlemen caller,
oft dances to a different drummer
endorsing winter as the newcomer.

A phantasmagorical...

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I'm in bondage, is this a dream
I'm governed by extremes
Let's leave this land of tyranny
Oh, let us run away
Escape on to a new land of...

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Freshman year, newcomer to public school,
   my hormones were roused by Billy D. in typing class.

Sadie Hawkins’ Dance just days away;
  ...

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this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone  

prompted awareness that one voice can affect...

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How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
 it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the  
falseface and wipe your browmemory...

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I have a Poetry Soup pal
She is some kinda gal!

Always replying with a hopeful post
This Sweetheart is one I talk to most

She is a mother,...

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Treks of Tracks of the past, current and future:

Treks of Tracks of a noted past: 
Made mostly in our childhood days
This upon playing childhood games
and...

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