Best Pile Poems

How far do the ripples spread, when eventually we die 
Probably stay in the locality, level off, no major outcry
But let’s say we’re famous, suffering unexplained death 
The ripples keep expanding, growing further in breadth 

See the grotesque nature of spin, is to overplay a...

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I attended a large gathering and took some time
to observe the great assortment of shoes stacked on the racks
I saw new shoes, pricey shoes, and shoes not worth a dime
and shoes that seemed to have crossed many paths and tracks.

I saw dainty sandals and flighty...

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America, trillions in debt
gives to many nations!
Alas, what for, we are seen
as a selfish nation?

Homeless populate the streets 
of LA.(thanks to governor Newsom)!
Yet don't you get it, we have
no extra money to pay.

No hidden vaccines do we store.
But all nations yelling...
More, more, more.
We are not...

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From life to vivaciousness
wood chips will nourish with nutrients' fix.
Ah... whiffs of fresh pine sift as temperature rises,
steam swirling from this pile higher than I.
Should I climb upon it and slide down,
I could drown in the sweet smelling heat.
Woodland bits would grip garments like embellishments,
pokes...

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A poem, lovely as a compost pile,
One lingers, sifts the elements awhile.

At first unclear, not all is evident;
Sharp images emerge as time is spent.

Though pieces, separate, may cause chagrin,
When taken as a whole, beauty's within.

To mull, to stew, to tease suggestions out
Though time elapses, ere...

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Her spouse wise or unwise, who can tell. Does he dream in midnight hues? Oh why doesn’t he wake up, or at least spit out that last sleeping pill. He might choke on it. The still of the night rattled by the movement of the...

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f*ck justin bieber 
f*ck harold and kumar 
f*ck huey lewis 
f*ck star trek 
  
  
  
f*ck everything that isn't classical music 
f*ck art that doesn't make sense who the f*ck would pay 
5 billion dollars for splotches 
of 
paint 
 ...

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The Dead Word Pile

My fault, sorry, the writing’s on the wall.
Awesome, pretty, don’t matter none at all.
The words just have to join the pile
Where all dead words will go.
Their time is up, it’s over, done
No longer in the flow.

Jiffy, knickers, no silver linings here.
Awesome, very,...

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A pile of pennies built strong love,
Childhood memories so sweet,
As they look down from above,
Helped make me feel complete.

Childhood memories so sweet,
Playing Rumoli using the penny,
Helped make me feel complete,
Laughter grew from so many.

Playing Rumoli using the penny,
Summer was a bonding time,
Laughter grew from so...

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With a mag called POETRY, I spent time
Hoping to find verses sublime and sage
And for all I read, not two words that rhymed
Just chopped up prose splayed all over the page.

This left me just a little bit perplexed
So I decided to investigate
What I did find...

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There once was a joy to behold,
A glorious pile of gold,
But the riches were cursed
Making folks do their worst
So their gold pile would grow by twofold....

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Pretty papers piled perfectly perpendicular 
Pappy’s preference prefers papers piled properly
Patricia Pappy’s precious princess plunders pile
Pappy painfully piles papers properly precise
Precious princess packs precise papers perfectly
Pappy pondering protecting pretty piled papers  
 Purposely purchases proper padlock protection
Pouting Precious Princess Patricia picks padlock
Pappy paddles Pouting...

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The wind whirls 
Around the trees
To gather their foliage
Around their base.
Brown and red
With remnants of summer
In a sprinkle of green.
I feel a sudden 
Rush of ecstasy 
Jumping in a pile of leaves!
I land on my back
In this textural bliss
Hearing them crunch
As they soften 
My landing....

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There once was a man from San Marcos
Came home to a strange pile of carpet
Didn’t know what it was,
Scratched a chin full of fuzz,
And said, “P’raps I’ll take it to market”...

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Ratty cat, ratty cat,
old and alone,
sitting on a wood pile,
making it his own..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
listening and wondering.
Why has the sky grown dark?
Could that be thundering?
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
here comes the rain..
Fur now soaking wet thru an
orange matted mane..
Ratty cat, ratty cat,
drenched as can be.
Are...

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