Best Plain Poems

Footsteps shuffle hurriedly on by
scents of jasmine drop down
from pearl white flowers
adorning her flowing hair

Paradise engulfs my soul 
recreating memories of old
a time when I mattered
and life was deemed whole

I yearn to go back to that place
filled with a freedom of being
dwelling in favorable light
no...

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The luscious, long, green grass
Sways and sweeps and flows.
How far, how fast this wind will travel,
No one really knows!

This same wind could stir up
Whirls and waves in all seas.
This powerful force makes nature dance.
Our senses this does please.

Though it can be disruptive
On a minor or...

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On an outback plain where big Roos were few
A gang went riding their Harley’s
Their plan was to stop at the pub for a brew
So they headed at top speed for Charley’s

It wasn’t too long as they sped along
that a Big Red hopped out of nowhere
that...

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people stood behind the glass 
staring at him with gnashing teeth 
intent upon his death.
He saw red, angry eyes absent of all
Thought except vengeance,
Yet, in those eyes was a spark of 
questioning- 

As he was stared down by those ripe 
with revenge- why him? He...

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I wrote this in a guy’s point of view, because I was inspired by Josh Torres


I’m tired of the same.

I want her a little more plain.

I said I’m tired of the same old same.

I know they’re not to blame, that their not the right frame.

I...

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THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF
THROUGH A WILDERNESS OF GRASSY PLAIN,

WHERE WAR HAS TOOK PLACE IN A WORLD OF PAINS.

OUR COUNTRY MEN, OUR FATHERS, SONS & OUR FRIENDS,

WHO WERE SENT TO WAR, AND WHICH BECAME OF THEIR EACH DEATHLY ENDS.

THEY WHOM FOUGHT FOR THEIR LAND OR SO...

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narcissists with huge egos slither and slink ~ hmmm, what would Rumi think

a sly smile on their lips, thinking it's a disguise ~ not from many eyes

having an overly aggressive attitude ~ it's just plain a-rse rude

they are like lemons with sour zest ~ for...

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When big rocks turned into tiny trees
Flocking gulls balanced atop laser beams.

Ginormous people, accompanied by humongous animals, toted big axes behind them.

All of this happened way back when . . .

Way, way back when kids were just plain kids.

4.21.2017...

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An uneasy truce is reached
Between the mind and heart
In staid silence they entwine
But for most part stand apart

A rude elbow nudges our ribs 
Feral residue of our dark past
We wish to be free but cannot
It seems destiny’s die is cast

Dying dusk casts a long shadow...

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I view it as unseemly to use high-sounding language to make an impression.
I perceive it to be ostentatious to  marshal words vainglorious in succession.

It is a determinant of consternation, if not constipation, to be so assaulted.
Obsessive practitioners of linguistic pomposity presume they are self-exalted.

Whom...

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In the Scottish highlands, a storm's brewing,
lightning flashes lighting up the night sky.
And a liquid moon pools above the clouds,
on a sultry summer's eve in July.

Lock Ness shimmers like a silver shilling
its surface rippling ever so slightly.
And a submerged serpentine silhouette
glides through the waters, almost...

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Window ledge song
Stray sparrows sing;
A choral duo

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Rain drops slide
Blurry window view;
Furious stormy night

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Not much to say
Old couple sit;
Passing people punctuate

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Coffee maker sounds
Morning makeovers;
Caffeine fix retort

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From this penthouse
Brief promontory;
Puzzling landscapes

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Lovely couple
Youth presides;
Time will tell

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Haiku moment
Zero metaphor;
Captured picture

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Plain words
Tell not describe;
Look and see

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Curious pantomime
Merge into a dream;
Fall...

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Damn I Love Plain Jane! She's basic and always the same. She may be a lame but she's never lost in the game.

 I love the kinda women that you don't need to run game! The chicks star searching for fame, please stay out of...

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Plain Old Country Boy 
Steve L. Siegel 
August, 2015 
-:- 
I like the smell of clean washed clothes 
Hanging on the line, the sound of my blue faded shirts 
Snapping in the wind, my sun-bleached blue jeans 
All flapping against the bright blue skies. 
-:-...

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I once knew a poet named Paul
The English he spoke with a drawl.
His major concern
To write and to learn
To walk with head high and not crawl.

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Contest: Sensitive Community
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A.
Placed 3rd...

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