Best Overridden Poems

Pixies atop butterflies
corral a bunny rabbit.
And over the centuries,
they have gotten good at it.

Faries weave a straw basket
that they fill with colored eggs.
Yet, they can't...

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Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…

Primarily, I am second.

For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred...

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His glowing golden eyes glistened with a comprehension beyond the mortal condition

A well-toned, tall, and tanned man, who most, not all, would call handsome

A brightly...

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I was right in the middle of commenting to peers at Poetry Soup when the power went off and I found myself in utter darkness...

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Nothing quells the fury where anger dwells,
her skin pales, and incantations begin.
She sells secret potions and magic spells,
and in her heart, she'll not forgive his...

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Living in the Now Generation and I'm eating the snails dust
In this world I've been cast in it's be Number One or bust
I'm watching the...

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A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding...

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The Cry of The Virgin

Am weak, am naive and innocent,
Yet you marshal your deceitful,
And mount yourself on me,
To rob me of my innocence,
My cry of...

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8/3/21


When I get drunk I smoke THC like a chain smoker
Never been able to stay sober
A new day and hangover
Stand in the way and it's...

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Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves

A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans...

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Subjugated by a Muse,

Who holds me in her grip.

Before too long, I'll blow a fuse,

Whilst biting off a lip.


I sell my soul but once a...

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I awoke to the sound 
Of the rooster crow
Red handed with green thumbs
Covered in dirt and soap in my eyes
I walk down the hall
Of this...

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Sail from afar of my journey made.
What could be the sound my ear do hear?
This seems to be that of a glorious celebration,
Which needs no...

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A bell-jar, crystalline, as transparent as an aquarium
Vibrant colors burnt umbers tints glass atop the kitchen table.
No elaborate gardening, just gentle misting in the terrarium
Muted...

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Ode to Fanny 

Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and...

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