Best Petered Out Poems
Free Association Pulsation...Corsican sand
on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
the night asleep
Renegade cycles
hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
Timothy Leary's child
Zebras abound
in Peppermint Land
Ala......
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Categories:
petered out, angst, confusion, crazy, howl,
Form:
Rhyme
Finger Gossip...The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers throug......
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Categories:
petered out, funnyold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
On Free Verse...I must be -- me
to be not, would be
contradictions more foul than those in D.C.
irrelevant, you chastise
make your feelings relate
to be a poet
but is not the message
created by my......
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Categories:
petered out, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
Resolutions...Abstract
A fresh beginning,
Like a new breath of air,
In Nature's nostalgic atmosphere!
New birth.
New beginnings.
New thoughts and ideas.
New dreams.
No matter how thinly stretched an......
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Categories:
petered out, courage, dream, environment, faith,
Form:
Verse
On Chance, Fate, Probability, and the Fear of Death...It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The recent billion dollar lottery sent the masses into a frenzy--a......
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Categories:
petered out, animal, appreciation, atheist, death,
Form:
Prose
Tale of the Halted...*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.
Tale of the Halted
'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no
end, the uncontrolled
tongues hast lain in
plain sig......
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Categories:
petered out, fire,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Stella...There once was a blizzard named Stella
Too powerful for an umbrella
But she petered out
Losing all of her clout
Like a post-midnight-clothed Cinderella.
Her wind is still whipping around
B......
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Categories:
petered out, storm,
Form:
Limerick
All From a Broken Pen...You could say spring was in the air
When his ballpoint pen flew apart
Arthur took charge of it's repair
So that made it a work of art!
Declaring that, he felt compelled
To write something down......
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Categories:
petered out, humor, life, relationship, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Future Time Traveler Looks Back One Century Ago...Future time traveler looks back one century ago
The following poem tweaked
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.
Now circa August 20th, 2122,
or 193......
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Categories:
petered out, adventure, anniversary, appreciation, august,
Form:
Rhyme
Gender Bender...And now let’s speak of Paparazzi
Who show us things that we should not see
They think they are so hotsy-totsy
Let Mama have the job
Yes, I’d prefer the Mamarazzi
......
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Categories:
petered out, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Tired...I’m a man whose tired and worn
Empty and dead on my feet,
Petered out, played out, pooped and torn
Burn out, broke down and beat.
Drowsy, droopy, drooping drained
Dog tired, done in, done for,
......
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Categories:
petered out, satire, silly, words,
Form:
Free verse
Marooned On An Island of Nihilism...After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste
......
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Categories:
petered out, absence, abuse, allusion, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
Mine Slovenly Unkempt Appearance Spelled Embarrassment...Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment
spurred by most recent therapy session
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
......
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Categories:
petered out, 12th grade, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
Patrice Day...Saint Patrice day
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back the......
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Categories:
petered out, absence, blessing, fantasy,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
Brainwashing a Greenhorn In My College Den...I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him i......
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Categories:
petered out, poems,
Form:
Free verse