Best Overused Poems

Whisper's of October  

Whispers in this soup bowl
20 minutes after its muse explodes,
Daylight remains nothing more than a dream 
Warding off the howling sound...

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Somehow, her eyes expand with the disobedient sky
and there, she senses urchins filling water on the lake
her feet and thighs slide up changing...

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This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without...

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"A music group has transformed the words of this poem into a heartfelt song, it's recorded in the audio sound"

One of the radical conditions for...

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"What do you know of love?" I seethe....
a well of passion longing to be freed
"I love you," the words I finally breathe
and think you'll know...

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Most of the days as I buy vegetables
the old woman would move around
close to me like the winter tree
The leaves mostly robbed by the time
tangled...

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I think it's time to do an update
Of The Seven Deadly Sins
Most people do not know them all
Sit down and let's begin
I'm not really religious
But,...

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For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.

Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head...

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I've had it up to here with rappers saying they have more bars than a prison
I'm sick of celebrities saying they're a bigger star than...

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images pour erratically
falling on eyelashes 
tears fueling my pen 
always the sadness 
finds me waiting 


wrenching emotion 
twisting my heart 
in a vice grip 
can't...

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After a cacophony of ramblings,
day bows  gently---
Infants  slumber with ease in  cradles,
lanterns flicker above tavern stools
as mellow winds drift around gold-hued roads
paving...

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brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat

now requiring constant mending
as homeless...

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Am I hideous 


So many years have drained,
slowly taking what was once mine
scattering it over endless thoughts and memories
and I wonder why, where has it...

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Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused 
overly abused
everything gone

dot (E)
the last thing I remember is you all...

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When I think of what I’m worth
I think of nothing more than dirt
I think of how small our world is
And how we mean nothing, nothing...

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