Best Poke Out Poems

The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow

So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of...

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A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground
I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Yet inside resides a colorful dream

I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Look past my thorns, though they do seem countless
Yet inside resides a colorful...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing...

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I’m tilling to forget that night 
of fire and betrayal.
Turning the soil over, over and over,
over days months eons.

Waiting to be fed when belly
aches with hunger and thirst.
Did you have to poke out my eyes?
Make me remember silk?

I am a thousand fists shaken
in night sky....

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I reach for another Kleenex.
The box sits empty on the shelf.
Have I really cried that many tears?
Has my life turned into a sad tale?
Have all the tissues floated down a river of lonely tears?

The time for crying has ended.
I will lift myself.
Poke out my head.
Had...

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FEET

When I hear the tick, the gong
Too long?
Too short?
I mumble, “Too damn long!”

Cold feet, raw,
How they poke out
And not enough blood to withdraw

Hah! A marathon,
Kick the can, the dog, the football,
90 yard run!

They were always too big, with moles,
Too clumsy, too heavy,
In the 30s, that...

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Amidst the tall trees
Beckons a spire
Climbing to the sky
Down below the moors
Ever covered in mist
Fog so thick like blankets
Gravestones poke out
Hauntingly the fog swirls
Images appear them puff
Just like that they are gone
Knaves lurk waiting for a victim
Lucky if you can avoid them
Murder is whats on...

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Now I don't have a decent job
Or expensive, flashy car
Somedays I don't brush my teeth
Or brush my beehive hair
Get my bra's from bargain bins
My coat's a hand-me-down
I try to act all grown up but
Let's face it, I'm a clown
I've got a filthy accent and
Sometimes I...

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In the vast deserts life struggles
clinging on by their toe nails
short scrubby plants poke out
a hot haven for scorpions

See the marks in the red sand
of where a snake slithered by
side winding its way over
the baking hot sands of dunes


Here all life is sparse
only the fit...

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There, my eyes fixed on the yellow paving stone.
Amongst a slightly tangled dandelion leaf is a
little purple demon staring back at me.
Just stood casually as the suns rays continue
to bounce vividly off the heated ground.

I notice those pointed eyes all sharp and looking frightened,
that I...

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When I met my wife, I thought that I was blessed.
But I changed my mind when I saw her hairy chest.
I didn't see her naked until our wedding night.
When I saw her topless, I nearly died of fright.
She has hair all over her chest and...

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How strange this year has been. You see,
in my front yard’s a special tree.

By April seventh or about
the 10th, at least, its blooms poke out!

My prettiest of trees by far -
like fluffs of cotton its blooms are.

This April has gone very fast.
No blooms appeared as...

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I was just a little one, in the grass, enjoying the sun, 
when a shadow covered me.
She had appeared suddenly, in one swell hop.
It was a tall warm-feeling shadow. I reached up my hands, 
and pulled down a cozy nook 
That no one could probably...

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Crocuses are gone, 
Daffodils are still holding on.

Tulips begin their parade,
Grape hyacinth still poke out above leafy blade.

Fall I’ll replant bulbs thinned out by rodents,
It’s my yearly battle with loyal garden opponents.

Pansies shining beneath greenery need trimming,
Make room for petunias, keep the front fence brimming.

All...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and...

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