Best Nom De Plume Poems

I feel the futility 
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys 
my once hopeful heart 
shriveled and shrunken 
as a plum into a prune...

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You earned it
The right to
Stand out

To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents 
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into

Select your...

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His jazz collection fills the spare bedroom
Music man, you see, was his nom de plume

Our wedding album rests on the nightstand
A keepsake for my viewing...

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Why am I here
Sending words out into the universe
Disregarding or abiding by poetic rules
Being judged or discarded
What would I lose if I disappeared
I have a...

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Dust & Ash

Meteors falling from the sky
like stars sparkling in the night.

The volcano’s dust forms
below Iceland’s clouds.

Life stops.
Pilots stand.

Air traffic is discontent,
as the volatile atmosphere...

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You Know Who You Are! 

I know that you probably know who you are...
Abusers who prey on women (or men) .
Your aberrance mostly extends to...

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The boldness of hot August's sun
Prompts delicate flowers to faint
A sign that nature has begun
Preparing her brushes and paints

Yellows to brown, greens to gold
Beginning with...

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The crowd was hushed and waiting
For wishes to resume
When suddenly there was
Another poet in the room.

When words might be expected,
My friends would all assume
That rhyming...

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I own an upscale Jewelry store
Exquisite gems on the third floor
But on the fourth, I did explore
A secret door      ...

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Under the midnight sky, lighted by the moon,
Enriched by the stars, scorned by its bloom,
Signing their fate under the night’s nom de plume
Mystically connected with...

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THE FINAL ACT

After Humpty Dumpty’s fall
Angry residents placed a call
The locals destroyed the wall
As it shouldn’t be there at all

Injured Humpty was all gloom
Alone in...

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A little alliteration by a long shot speaks so loud.
Metaphors muddle my mind
And silly similes stymie the sentence.
A terrible trope takes too much of my...

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UNDER THIS RED UMBRELLA

The rain did not stop us romantically.
Our love was to be enjoyed.
Life span was our imagery.
We are young adults in love.
We walked...

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One of the cultures of Wales
is the eisteddfod* where 
people of all lands sing and dance
So many  countries try to get to
Llangollen travelling many days 
just to...

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From the Nostril Vortex

I breathe in your perfumed 
Plasma leaves from the nostril vortex.
I thrive in the pleasant scenes and velvet touchings. 
I wince like...

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