Best Plot Line Poems

~ Silly Lines~

My main line muse ran away on this sunny this day –
 My confuser got confused - rhythms upside down -
My pen went dry – rhymes on strike -
 Thesaurus got away.

Searched for foot lines on the face of a blue lined moon
...

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Together tethered to existence
we act upon our soul‘s insistence
to dare and dream to find…? What exactly?

**** the morning;
I sigh as I step into the shower.
Soon to be discarded dreams tug at my sub-conscious.
Another broken plot-line is lost,
the wildness of a night’s rest washed away alongside...

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This Permaculture Design Operetta
comes out from within you
with universally acclaimed Grand Patriarchal Earth Rights
to sing in reverse harmonic rhythms and blues
with Full-Octave Matriarchal Earther Feminists Wronged,
marginalized in pre-millennial peace-maker roles
postmillennially re-inheriting the Good Society's climate health revolution.

This divinely grand operetta
is also our ecological musical-comedy
about permacultural...

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Rape Is

A Disgusting Word
A Formation of Hurt
A Deepness in Bleeding
A Scar of the Insides
A Psychological Torture
A Pain that's Sure
A Moment in Time
A Mind Rewinding
A Sickness Replaying
A Murderous Reveal
A Power Residing
A Sign in Evil Rising
A Sophistication in
A Real Victimization

Healing is

A Refreshing Word
A Reminding of Hurt
A Bandaid...

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Word Play Lines

My main line muse stepped over a line –
My confuser got confused off line
Rhymes on strike, my pen went dry in a stiff hard line
Thesaurus got clean away flying through the pipeline.

I searched for foot lines on the moon in bluest of blue...

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There's a little girl named Ivy
Who thinks in metaphors 
She plays by herself 
The universe to explore
Shes beginning to comprehend
That her gifts are so much more
Than her neighbors down a floor
The leaves of her trees 
They glisten and they dance
When she looks at them
With her...

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Now I know why I'm an easy target
for a psychopath
I spin the lie into the truth an illusion
of a plot line inside my head
And I've gotten so good at it that this
Is a gift for writing a screenplay
But not when I'm writing out my life
In...

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The lines are well rehearsed
The blocking to perfection
No curtain yet to elevate 
Audience anticipation 

A gentle mist wafts across
The scene is set and ready 
Our actors find a mark
Low voices slow and steady

We witness fighting
Friendship, love, a tangle of emotion
The heart it lifts or falls...

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I'm returning home
from a bag it yourself grocery,
and listening to an African-American novelist
respond to questions,
actual open-ended real NPR questions,
like old school inquisitive journalists once asked
before the polarizing days and nights
of fake right/wrong answer questions
and their concomitant fake avoid entrapment non-responses.

Anyway,
I don't hear his name,
or the...

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I thought my secret was safe in the closet
In scads of pads neatly stacked on a shelf,
But when my muse said it's time
To post my rhymes online
Was the day that I "outed" myself.

I'm not what you'd call a great thinker,
My profundity's barely skin deep.
I'd love...

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An unfilled room, a plot line that ends
Becoming redundant whilst no one defends
Chaos created in an unoccupied space
Dread that meanders but cannot be traced
Errors uncovered yet remain unknown
Failing but maintaining a fake happy tone
Grabbing attention, having nothing to say
Healing but tearing the scab away
Inventing a...

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I told my 
abusive fiancé 
That I was
 writing an
award winning
novel
My songs 
That were
unsung
Until I was
Done
With him
He'd have
 a star 
A shining chapter
My  gift of
reading between
 his lines
My intelligence 
Coping with
His dubious sins
Twisting me
Into his plot line
But wait........
Not any more
I have a new book
To...

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See:
plot line one was all fiction
Baptized by fire 
was not playing
by my rules.
 He was lying.
I had to put him in his place.
And make him realize 
that a big brother
 at work would twist him
into a pretzel 
until he was pieces
of crumbs 
left at the...

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My life is like an unread book;
Each day the story’s plot unfolds
While hinting what tomorrow holds.

Like “Peter Pan and Captain Hook”
Each new adventure on the way
Is written as I live each day.

I know the road the past once took
For I have read that part before,
But...

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Man have you seen all the stuff
that they’re spreading these days?
Beaming it through the air
from some satellites somewhere a 
thousand miles out in space…
Not even stopping at the 
fact check station 
long enough for a refill
of hot BS
with a side order of lies…
Because truth never...

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