Best Period Poems

Orange is more appreciated by the tongue that tastes lime
to do so, if not now, when would be the time?

Senses and instincts are the same to all gender
deaf ears are given to morality sender.

So much energy seizes from the heart its license
exhibiting any act irrespective...

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in the frail blue dusk, 
that comes as prelude to dark,
there's a fragile lapse,
one period so oblique,
it's called neither night or day.

this brief moment comes
as if designed to be our
period of adjustment,
before darkness wraps its arms
and the daylight lets us go

there is grace and ease,
that...

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I am
a period.  When you see me it means
a full stop.      A break for
the reader.
    The end of the sentence.

I end your story.    Sometimes not soon
  enough.
    ...

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Vintage Retro Period


As for our periods of furniture–
not sure if Vintage Retro's one!
However, since I spanned so many years,
it seems to me this should be done!

My influence can still be seen in homes.
Some people often think it strange,
to cling to my old Vintage Retro look
and...

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A period am I; you do not see
me all that much in poems any more.
At times I’m placed by poets awkwardly
before a line is finished! I implore
you, don’t disgrace me. Surely you can use
me easily. I’m just a little dot!
I end each sentence. How can...

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I know you're just a tiny dot,
			but in the world of writing, not		
			a mark more powerful exists.
			When thoughts get jammed up, you insist
			they separate and free your spot.

			When composition chaos reigns,
			you enter. Sentences regain
			their clarity. There's none like you.
			The comma and conjunction do
			their part, but...

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I once thought being a period was such a drag.
I'm usually at the end of most sentences, like this one.
How dull is that? You see, a question mark get's a person curious.
And an exclamation point is filled with excitement!
But a period just follows after the...

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She goes through many other phases
One is about her period cramp
She bleeds but she lives
And she never gets behind 
Come up with everything
Whatever it be

Many times it makes her cry
But those are the natural cycle
Which she has to face most of her lifetime

Struggles hard
Even when...

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I am the end,
the last act, the final fleck,
the teeny, tiny terminal pixel,
but I am mighty.
I may be small but I have muscle.

I apply the brakes
and the word parade obeys.
I hold up my hand, blow my whistle,
and watch the traffic halt.
I am the language transit...

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I am the period, the rest,
The pause; that period when 
Ladies wore masks of gauze

And kings, their followers
Lesser men, dabbed the dot
Full stop with pen

And in some secret microdots,
FBI and commies played, games
Of intrigue (taxpayer paid)

Then further down the page 
You’ll see, a broad ellipsis
…Three...

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Second Period Ode
Michael, Jaydin, Jin, Ashley, Andre, Ametriyus, J’Maine, Amari, Beijae, Morgan, Dr. Corbin and Mrs. Tobey

O, backpack with your books and pencils and things,
You weigh a ton, but you are my wings.
You carry my stuff wherever I go
But sometimes I wish 
That you could...

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I’m always the last.
Yet I wield immense power.
Use me, abuse me.
So prattle on, I’ll let you
corral your thoughts, let you breathe.







For Deb's Period contest...
9/10/15...

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A period of emotions - I'm a command I'm an order
I'm right there at the end of the border.
I don't have an identity of my own
A character that you give, is what I borne.

I carry much anger, much frustration
Sometimes I'm used to deliver news of...

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Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed;...

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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.

Historical pages cling romantically to our eyes,
Each epoch defines a sparkling gem of surprise,
Their fluttered...

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