Best Parking Poems

I’m so sad mom
That I’m missing the chance
To be with you on your birthday
and to watch you dance

Yet your spirit I admire
You’ll celebrate with style
With...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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Dear Ex,

I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.

It was my blameworthiness that allowed the...

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A hardened and disciplined man drove to the grocery store lost in thought, 
with setting of sun, the long day's work almost found it's end.
Hoisting...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

  ...

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I am winter's nemesis.I fight it tooth and nail.
In my youth it declared a war on me.
When I licked that icy rail.
Winter has many weapons...

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I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back...

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The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing...

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Bah! Humbug!  It’s that time of year;
I can’t understand the reason
why everyone is so full of cheer
just because it’s the Christmas season.

The traffic on...

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after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
 I had a dream..........

suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy,...

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poets with nothing to live for ~ portray extreme emotional scars 

      poets without an audience ~ are merely parking...

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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless. 
Waves of muffled...

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Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution...
maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs'
slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption.  

A lanky guy dressed in jeans and...

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