Best Piling Poems

I'm not selling a house, i'm leaving my home.
Happy times together, months spent alone.
Morning sickness, baby loss, labour and birth
Planting my seeds in good strong...

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I am having that dream of dreams again
The one that wakes me up in the night
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A Mother's Love, Steels Her To Infinite Faith And Sacrifice

She cooked breakfast, got her kids off to school
took a brief rest on her favorite stool,
watched...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing...

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Your words lance through to bone, acid sizzling into every hole
I haven't filled in, yet I dig, and ponder, and dig, filling in.

I still rock...

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Oh baneful yellow Moon in fullest rounded sphere,
Bright as Summers Buttercups in abundant yield,
Coldly riveted upon Winters beaten, thin silvered panels;
Thereof: By ye mighty hammer...

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He never seemed to have the time for her
Responsibilities kept piling high
His days just seemed to fly in blinding whir
He could not sense her love...

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My darling
Time is no longer on our side
Since your car crash we have no money
For you are no longer able to work
If I can’t find...

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IV

Once more I have been given cause to dwell
On that ill-fated romance;
I saw you again yesterday, years hence...was  
It just another casual dalliance?
The affected...

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One Senior’s Sonnet

The feelings are frozen, fetid in time,
Decisions denied to the dwindling mind;
Possibilities piling like lengths of twine;
Acceptance of aging cannot be blind.

Duties demean...

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Dear Sir:
I realize you’ve been busy, so I’m sending a  letter of distress
Postmarked today, addressing my quality of living
Since the last time we told...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could...

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I can think of no better contentment that can be had,
Lounging in my robe and slippers comfortably clad,
Than relaxing by the hearth in my favorite...

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Still bodies piling in spooky dress 
longing for last touch of sweet caress. 
On the street are young hearts lying lifeless. 
Shouting joy at this...

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