Best Plays Poems

A Psychedelic Whistle Plays a Rhythm into the Darkness

Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts...

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Entering the dark side of a moonbeam on this evil lens of life,
A gruesome old man recreates a murder time and time again, 
As the cold and lonely howling bitterness of the night escapes. 
The psychic contrasts go up in a surreal smoke-filled entirety.
This is...

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I was a youth who seldom thought about
the fact that in the midst of life I was,
with each breath, getting closer to its end.		
I viewed life as a beautiful clear stream   
that never would run dry, eternal spring, 
and lively music written for...

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Lightning
flashes brightly
outside our front window.
Rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling IT in my fingers, vibration
jolts and loosens the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful,
quivers follow
lightning.


Tag game
mommy shudders;
I'm deaf, but I sense IT.
My sister covers up her ears
awaiting, anticipating something.
I wait for looks on their faces.
"You're IT!" you make...

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Gone now is all reason, 
as if she needed any more 
A princess awakens lonely, 
just like in days of yore
Her prince left much earlier,
through a gargoyled secret door,
Its passage led to lower levels,
walls curved round toward

Gone now is all reason, 
as if she needed...

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Rhythm of the drum
Swinging of the piano
And music plays on...

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a puppy dog plays
                              on a green grassy pond's shore
      ...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with death 

While it was ing me upside down 

While I was freezing face to hell 

I’ve been moaning your name...

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Movements between a left and a right swing
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm
Moments between the ticking and tocking

A lonely figure bracing in the storm
An empty park-bench on a quiet lawn
A pendulum plays a well-known rhythm

Like a long lost memory towards dawn
The distant baying of a...

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She plays for tips,
this lady with guitar
for the hour she plays
while patrons eat lunch.

This lady with guitar
she sings her compositions
while patrons eat lunch
on a busy day.

She sings her compositions
written by her hand
on a busy day
for those who come to hear her play.

Written by her hand
lyrics...

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Dried sand eclipsed over the Season’s fall, 
sullen rhyme sings singer-birds over scale,
the storm-dance sprays dust against broken wall,
To the hat-worn folks, sorrowed, narrates tale;
Done seasonal harvest with plaint-dried tears,
With diseased cattle shrunken skin to ribs,   
With cracked ground, hungry sad visage of...

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So,
how is
it that my
wife can be so
good at Tetris and
so useless at stacking
everything in the dishwasher?...

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I wish I had time for poetry and plays
My mind allowed 
As I watched the same aged, bespectacled monk
For about the fifteenth time this month
 Patter his bare feet
Upon the pavement
Of the dust filled lane.

 Leaving me again
 To contemplate
  Broken shards of yesterday
In...

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its world knows
everywhere there a field there
go train play in the rain
its a out let
that your can bet
also heals thinking pain
PLAY THE GOLF GAME...

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rain plays new steel drums
the inner rhythm steals me
peaceful sleep prevails...

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