Best Pompous Poems

Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of...

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So, I heard you don’t like my poetry style
Well,  I don’t give a toss
It’s water off a turtle’s tush…
(Forget the duck cos it's too...

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½ cup sass
1 tbsp eye roll
2 cups suprirotive 
1 cup white privilege 
½ tsp rudeness
1 brand new car, softened 
5 oz brand name clothing
A dash...

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I feel a sense of déjà vu as I listen
to the cacophony of voices:
dilettantes discussing poetry 
under baroque chandeliers. Masquerading 
as avant-garde writers or bona...

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Dramatic prose for the pompous asses
I throw my Platos at you
If you come any closer
I will Socrates you right in the nose
Demands, demands!!!! The clowns...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical...

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Discarded in yesterdays trash
Cardboard boxes never last
New things arrive in them
Old things stored in them
Rotting boxes on a voyage
Leftovers to those with out any coinage

Tom...

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BUT SERIOUSLY
“The Unprecedented President”

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the greatest President of them all?
“I am the voice beyond-beyond...
A truthful answer I must respond.”
Yes, it is...

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Happy are we, who  love the beauty of all things.
Who stand for the beauty of a child.
We......who have soft, soul’s wings.
Those who believe in...

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I’m your eldest daughter, but I ‘m not for sale
Stop lying about my temperament and telling other tales
Father, this tradition is archaic and no longer...

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Some lives seem predestined -

etched with stellar grandeur
upon the crystal cradle of the universe
where solar winds sigh but a lullaby
and infinity is but an inheritance
whilst...

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I do not wish to be pompous nor to define,
Whose quill is more divine!

Each poem is soul fruit from a unique experience.
That dances and whirls...

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A spirit is what it is,
sharing yet selfish, starving yet sated,
a humble sky that can erupt into a hurricane,
can be an avalanche on the mountain...

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To myself to I, to God I asked
what nature of sample shall I give,

the tribute must be something, already possessed
and not a thing to be...

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They came from as far a way as New York and Dallas Texas. The class of 1981 wasn't a large class, it was the very...

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