Best Nye Poems

to where my girlzz at--
we got no memories to revise
just revive and recognize--
our partying dayz, 
our girly wayz, 
the morning haze, 
the beach laze, 
boys to gaze,
not givin' namez,
and how we amaze, 
with nothing to faze us... 
now lets hear the yayz!
hahaha!!!

to my "homies"... 
er,...

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This is an outstanding poem and thought that
everyone should read it. I also copied the credits
and author's name. Jim Horn

Poem of the Day: Famous

by Naomi Shihab Nye


The river is famous to the fish. 


The loud voice is famous to silence,   

which knew it...

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Undeniably and Knowingly Bill Nye.

Have you ever been overcome by a book before
While wondering what next for us is in store
Darwin did say be strong avoiding infection
While recognizing each use of natural selection.

What I will do is frequently and on always rely
Is Bill the Science Guy...

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In my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce...

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Always Undeniable

What I realize is always UNDENIABLE;
With all of the rules should be compliable,
And also truly trusted;
Off my poems dusted;
End up dependent upon as well as reliable.

Jim Horn

I am kind of on a limerick
kick right now. My new
goal is to write 4,000
poems and hope someone
can...

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NATURE based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) – (Edited by Debbi Guzzi

My feet, my feet chilled to the bone, 
as I sit, sitting here alone. 

Sharpening itself, the wind embraced, 
Slicing a piece of me,...

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NATURE by Jeanette Jones based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) 

NATURE 

My feet, my feet chilled to the bone, 
as I sit, sitting here alone. 

Sharpening itself, the wind embraced; 
slicing a piece of me,...

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Mother is eighty-seven now
still spry, sometimes naughty,
espousing wisdom from her brow,
her speech never bawdy.

She always dried my tears,
She always calmed my fears,
She always cleaned up smears.

Softly sing a lullaby,
Mother will be leaving nye.


For: QUIETUS (Jan 2022 edition) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllable count checked at SyllableCounter.net
January...

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Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys,
Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, 
I paid my way through the colliery
With but a baker's dozen of years behind me.

Seduced by the hanging-left red scare,
I rejected ancient teachings and scripture
For a life of advocacy, plagued with
This body, my ever-failing vessel.

Conscribed...

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