Best Nw Poems

Humming a soft tune, came down the wind.
With airy fingers, it tousled my hair.
Rubbing its cold cheeks on mine, 
It tickled me and reeled round
Tugging...

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How thrilled was I, the strings in my heart trembled,
               ...

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The note that's written tells the tale
of star-lit nights of yesterday
   that is no more
they have gone with the wind,
and appear now in...

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Oh my God the geese!

Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.

Each wave...

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(the so-called "texted" poem is below the translated one shown here on top. btw, not for the contest. I messed up & didn't know there...

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MY FIRST FRENCH KISSES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

My first french kiss; I was lanky, skinny, barely fifteen
I had the hots for the popcorn girl, she was eighteen
She...

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future in2past neva bk we flow accordin 2tym,
aidn the paths of our lovestruck tears to run dry,
so i bicker wt emotion denying the fact that...

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The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane,
    a fictional psychiatric hospital and prison:
part of the DC comics and first appearing in...

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Have you ever noticed the way you always fall inlove with the wrong people.when you are chatting wit yo friends  and they ask you...

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everytym u tel me dt u nvr gonna change..
bt baby u hv forgot dt 2 faces of cards can tame...
everytym u told me u nevr...

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clouds r geting angry n storming hard...
leaves r getin dry n falling apart...
winds r getin haunted n shoutin loud...
reasons r out of my mind lyk...

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Noddy"

It was on a holiday mrng
Sum1 at the door Barking..
I saw a cute puppy,,
N came out feeling happy..

It was beautiful like an white Pearl 
Looked...

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Here we stand on both sides of a one way street.
Open arms and a shedded soul yet my heart continues to beat.
Memories of that joy...

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since that day when i was alone.. 
i was sitting in a broken chair.. 
looking at a tree trashed by fire blown.. 
wondering whether you...

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for Eric Mottram: 1924-1995 (not because of any debt, felt or incurred)*

one stroke a point
leftstroke bent
hooked
two a cover man

man enter eight borders to cover ice

table...

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