Best Pinker Poems

RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker

[Perhaps in stone less pale, a little pinker!]

He might witness casts of posture stereotypical
And find there...

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Autumn steals the long days from Spring,
The dawn sunrise turns pinker in the reflection of water
And the morning air is crisper.
Was it Autumn that stole your daughter too?

The season turns, the season flees.
In the way the oak tree clings to its leaves,
You take caution in...

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I begin the trail, to my living Hell
The cold wet ebony darkness , of Death 
I travel this path , as if in a shell
Wondering FOREVER, about my last breath
Unstoppable  sobbing, cries from my Heart
I’ll never see, my dreams, my Life My WIFE 
The...

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The Cicadas sing so loudly
Drowning out everything
Except the airplane 
Soaring, roaring overhead -

But the Dragonfly is so quiet
As it daintily alights
Upon a pinker than pink 
Lotus blossom
Then takes off in flight

In a nearby weeping willow tree
A Robin sing somewhere above me
His warbling song
An aural delight...

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BULLETS
mercilessly fly
BOMBS 
pitilessly fall
MISSILES
ruthlessly soar



shattering their 
helpless "targets"

a screaming
bloody blur of
sadistic slaughter

innocent
bodies
blown apart
by psychopathic
projectiles

death's desolation
hovers over
us in these
dystopian days

judge, jury & executioners
prey on
their innocent
victims
who simply dare
to be in
the wrong place
at the wrong time


The Better Nature of our Angels?
(what on earth is
Steven Pinker
smoking??)...

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Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some breakfast. Gave my sweetiepie a kiss and I walked around...

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They can’t find me for I hide in the thickets
I float faceup,
Lips breaking surface just barely
Kissing the air between my teeth
Is it my time to dive?
To die?
The rocks all around me scream
To be tied to me
My feet my arms 
And the river it pulls I...

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The dove whispers to the flowers
"You smell good beautiful"
The flowers smile back
And with sparkling eyes, they tell the dove
"Your wings are a gift
That springs many colors"

The clock hears the cheers
And chips in a dear
"I loved the hugs and the smiles
Of the time that was then"

The...

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As she rendered him 
His daily medication
He noticed nobility

Beaming 
Over her 
Lovely, pinker face

Wisdom
Love
And purity

Had curved
Her inner
And outside beauty 

“If God permits me...
To live a little longer
Surely, I’ll sow my seeds on her!” he said...

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Colored pink,
She waits,
Shivery, blithely,
Aesthetically,
You could say—
Low fidelity.

Colored pink,
The milk
She drinks
Misses and falls
Everywhere.
Beautiful, a
Mountaintop
Piercing the
Sky. Even the
Angels are
Transfixed.

Colored pink,
She tries the
New thing while
Rain races the
Sunset futilely,
Sadly, lovingly.
The rain is
Called Juliet.

Colored pink,
She has lace
That she traces,
She misses the
Call of wine,
The hammock
Of druggy sleep,
Eros.

Colored pink,
Kill her softly,
Then kill...

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on every corner there is a red thing
depleted and draining away
growing pinker and pinker
trickling and fading
depleted, and now
completed

there is no effort
no fuss
just a weary soft trickle
this is no
flooding gush

just a soft soft trickle
the faint bleed of a heart
that had once pulsed a ruby
that had once...

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My dog is bigger than your dog.
Okay.
My cat is prettier than your cat.
That’s true.
My chickens are fluffier than your chickens.
I don’t have any chickens.
If you did have chickens they would be scrawny and ugly.
Probably.
My pencils are sharper than your pencils.
I do not use pencils.
My house...

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a pink sky pinker than any other sky I’ve ever seen
no one will believe it I thought so I took photos
One after another, but none could hope to capture it
For it was more than three dimensional, it was surreal dimensional
I gave up after the sixty-eighth...

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Blessed is me, for I’m 
Looking, O yes looking 
Forward to this pinker
 
Poem, not of the pasts 

...but of today...

For the very first time 
In a hopeless, vile life 
Of my yesteryears, I am 

Now braving all the odds 

...that’s to come... 

And to...

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Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the  dune.  The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were...

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