Best Poppet Poems

I’ve been here waiting for your breath to come.
Still, I would have move and forget the ruin,
By then you’d say I’m just a fool and...

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How do I keep writing when my words have no sense, how can I keep going, from happy to tense, how do I keep going...

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Amidst the amazing aroma of the angelic sticks
Cheering along the chants of charismatic priests
Promising on the petals of pearly purity 
You said, "I LOVE YOU"...

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Tis midnight, no star shining,
My sorrow is nearly burning
All my soul, within me, stirring,
In my heart all hopes are dying.
As I watch you, dead you're...

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Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud - 
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?

So here's the solution...

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You are so far, yet I can touch your heart
I can see your mind without you talking,
What happened to us? We used to be a...

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the dried apple-headed
grandma poppet smells
cinnamony*   
appearing toothless               

grinning ...

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Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost...

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The game you think glamorous and wonderful

It is not really, it is dangerous.

Watch these poppets bit carefully

Their dance is quite similar.

Note their reins.

Do you want...

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THE LAST STRAW

Whilst they shrunk all in fear, It was I who stood without a care.
Scared only of what I might say and wondering why...

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Heaven knows why you wish to hear anger and misdirected blame
tossed toward you on the ether by unknown souls, what a shame ..
You are misguided,...

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I am your little voodoo doll your little effigy, I am what you hate the most, your number one enemy
You made a model of me...

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I am a would be "poet".
I guess you know what I mean
"poppet".
I got my minds made up to my God 
at this "moment".
Evil things, bad...

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The endless page is a story of meaning
that she has so excellently sewn
The endless sentence is but a fire
that she has so excellently extinguished
and she...

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A poppet swings upon a paradigm of flight.
Cruising at an altitude below the starry night.
Its wings made out of vines.
Its seat reverberates in oak.
A poppet’s...

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