Best Outlet Poems

I write poems because it's fun
And I'm not the only one
It's an outlet for verbal expression
A hobby and not an obsession

I'm an amateur, not a...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along...

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After the flame had come here for news
When to my duke right seemed time and too place,
In such a way I heard him to diffuse:

“You...

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Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.

Rich or plain,  taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed

He starts...

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I'm not crazy about political poetry
Because politics feel a bit ... soiled to me
But as a requirement for the contest
I will say the following, as...

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Am I man or ghost?
Am I mortal or apparition?
Questions or choices
or entwined reality?
For a state of confusion
sleeps within my fiber, and
slowly rips asunder, the final
sliver...

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I write about the things I know,
The things that give me pleasure.
I write about the things I love,
About the things I treasure.

I write about what...

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"I wandered lonely as cloud."  William Wordsworth


I Wandered Lonely as a Teardrop 

I wandered lonely as a teardrop
In a sea of sand,
A tempest in...

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She sells items of meager income,
such as;
Soap-flakes, peanuts, 
soft drinks, bakeries.


Not to make profit 
but at least rich enough
To feed the family of gold.

my mummy’s...

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A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...

The electrical engineer's wife greets him:    "WIRE you...

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You're amazing no matter what
Only you can live life abundantly, my friend
Underestimated - you once were and you lived life in a blur
'Cause you were...

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stick together      people
the elites 
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery garden

they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less

they smother smiles...

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When I asked my wife to marry me, ‘neath a golden moon, 
I said I could not give her the moon and the stars, but,...

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Sometimes a day just like any other

That began or started carrying
forward all of yesterday's woes
into yet another 

Can sometimes just end up availing
that sinking feeling...

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There comes a time
We ask ourselves
The why of what we do

What is the use of writing poetry
Do I write to express myself or to be...

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