Best Pen Name Poems

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she...

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I'm only allowed the names of three
so I will write of those that would be for me.
There are so many that this is unfair
but, since...

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16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning...

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LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF
   
Hello there, sweet Lady Jane,

So, it is three weeks before you turn seventy, 
do you think you can...

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HASHTAGS AND SELFIES
This era of the ego,hashtags
and selfies..and me me me...
to the fore,impatience always
knocking on my door.
Instant this,instant that,self
congratulation,superficial self
expression..quickly,quickly..I've 
social media to explore.
Insecurity underlines...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She...

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Why do I love poetry? Well, it's none of the usual: beautiful words, lofty thoughts, noble sentiments. I can get all that from Tolstoy or...

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Words and actions
We can't take back
Then say "I'm sorry"
After the fact
Pleasures taken today
Are tomorrow's regrets
Apologies offered
We hope they forget
Contentment subsides
Reality sets in
We got what we...

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REJUVANT RESTORATION
Windows of my life,through
which I see the world.Silhouettes
imaged moments transfigured
forever imprinted upon memory.
Windows of my life,paused moments
in which I live in the land of...

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I'm thinning out some things of mine
I do not want or need
Some for sale  some for trade 
Most of it is free
My poisonous relationships
They...

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She let the door bang when she entered these pages
so all would know she was here.
She signed her pen name as Poet Destroyer.
We soon came...

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“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that...

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You earned it
The right to
Stand out

To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents 
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into

Select your...

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Anchor down, wind at ease all the sailors out to please, one by one they step off deck and into the arms of who knows...

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He sat behind the counter, 
   Inside the used bookstore.
      I thought I recognized him, 
  ...

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