Best Peel Off Poems

The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes, they feast upon my grass-stained feet
All on a summers eve

Young...

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1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should dig our coated nails into; 
the layers of regret and anger
that our mothers tell us to peel off 

2.
but the...

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Arise! Oh Heart, from the catacombs of the dead
Shake off the dust, for Life beckons you like a buddy
Peel off the weariness that wraps you like a shroud
And walk to the open to perceive the light.

Arise! Oh Heart, from the dungeons of gloom
The dawn is...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days come and go, but yesterdays
are no longer my foundation. 
The...

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I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants on fire!!!!

Overdosed and dieing
survived it and now paying with liver...

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My Friends, My Faith, My Hope

My friends infuses our time spent together
As musk from a perfume seller,
Time spent in their knowledgeable company priceless,
Positive demeanor, manner, sincerity, such bliss
Mashing my cobwebs with threads of awareness
Instilling vitality instead of leaving me listless...
Its my good friends’ company that...

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A Vulcan's volcanic rage erupts from deep within – 
No matter where or when it roars and it spits. 
A shattered mirror reflecting my every flawful flaw – 
Bleeding shards of grotesque glass...
that slice through my skin.

The past sears me like a branding iron, 
Desert...

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NEIGHBOR’S TREE

Eye-catching in all seasons
They say talking to flowers helps them bloom resplendent
Yes    resplendent   that’s our neighbor’s tree
Perfectly shaped
So large    so tall    so wonderfully round
I talk to its crowd from afar   ...

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Ah my dear girl, how you show hidden treasure
In awesome and innocent ways
Small actions spark cold, thrilling pleasure
I pant at your power displays

Legs crossed to perfection, so cruelly they mock!
Lithe hands tug the cuff of blue jeans
Toes pointed slightly, you peel off your sock
Revealing your...

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I have stood on every shoreline Earth could grow—
watched civilizations peel off like snakeskin,
hands red and raw, throwing words into the wind.
What was it, they asked, what was the answer?

This morning, I walked into a diner in Kansas,
found a cup of coffee that tasted like...

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The Murray can be dangerous,
as the locals have worked out.
There has been some drowning's
plus a few close shaves about.
Some blame grog; some foolishness,
and a few don't seem to know,
but most folks that live along it,
reckon it's the undertow.

Teddy Miller often reckons,
here is where he found...

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Droplets of sea awaken from inside a dream
pouring painted thoughts onto this crumbled canvass  
yellows wrap the base pulling me into you
whites and the blues float off into the distance
with the red sinking ever deeper and true

Brush away the indiscretion dripping from the west
round...

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Jessica Casey the punters dream- Sequel to Shy Julie 

They came from near - they came from far
Bus ferry and train and some by car
THE GOLDEN EGG GRAND FINAL
One greyhound in mind
Jessica Casey -The Select One
She was ONE of a kind

Full of guts grit and...

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The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes

“Hi princess,...

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About This Poem
 It's In The Jeans
 The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca...

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