Best Pretends Poems

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

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Soft is the pillow beneath my head
as dread sweeps over the world
Haunting dreams with chilling screams
shrill as a lonely wind

Crisp and cool is the linen...

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Some things that look fulfilling
Can cast a woeful spell
Glittery that looks like heaven,
can often turn out to be hell.

All the wanting leads to weeping,
He can't...

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The sun cries for us, its heat fades away
snowflakes sprinkle round its orbit, yet go unmelted
it feels like evening, but its yet noon
time never changes...

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When I have a bag of candy
I have oh so many friends 
They all come gather around me
But it don’t last, it always ends

I guess...

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~My Heart~

•      One last night before the grave
•	Thousands of thoughts of you I save
•	-Every night, I experience the same dream
•	That...

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In his bed she hears him approach with long strides.
The covers are over her head as she pretends to hide.
With one swift yank she is...

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I try to see 
back before 
to who Eddy once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddy was after all
a cute child 
wide eyed
hugging kissing and...

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The Winter Blues
Robert J. Lindley 

Winter blew in with a scant little whimper 
Fall skulked away with hardly a peep 
Deep cold, blowing winds fit...

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A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the...

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Home Of The Hang Man

The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that...

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The deep delved path winds in the wood,
chasing with ghost-breaths and leafy hoods,
arbor-brawn the winnowed path crooks along;
whispering with what future song?

To ill desire and...

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She walks the paths less traveled
collecting wild flowers and fallen butterflies,
She knows that if she just keeps walking
she'll find herself where she once was,
Only she...

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There once was, a Miss. Communication
With pleasure she loved to communicate
Writing of love and the wonders of life
Her passion extreme and never sedate

Those afraid, of...

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When my son was small he and his friends loved to play marines
A brown eyed soldier dressed up in his helmet and his jeans
I asked...

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