Best Profile Poems

“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.

Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?

Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?

We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.

You knew this,
You cherished this....

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We deny 
Yet we cannot comply 
We try to lie 
But we cannot deny 
Something is wrong with our daily lives. 

Every hour someone cries.
Every minute someone dies. 

Me,
Myself 
And 
I;

We decide to hide, 
And 
Also 
We deny.
That life could be such a treacherous ride...
DENIAL

2001-...

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we were alone 
but I could not squeeze
the trigger that was needed 
to place her in my arms
knowing those of great passion 
would have done it
in the time it takes to breathe

with isolated footprints 
shrouding the sidewalk
a moment that clings like fly paper
the infatuated teen...

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I was sitting at my computer
All intelligent and nonchalant
When a personality profile test popped up
In the most interesting of fonts

I decided this might be fun
So I clicked onto the site
And right away started answering questions
On what I did and didn't like

As soon as the test...

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I need to tell you all about my profile picture In the profile picture is my beautiful wife and I. 
My wife has been my rock it may look like she's leaning on me but I'm leaning on her, 
She is a wonderful and unselfish...

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Sunset dips from a bay’s view

Its pulp so tangerine clear--

Releasing a minty froth.

As her crown bleeds on water

I watch a hazy profile--

A faded memory now

Tearing my chilling nightfall.



Created by Banjo Casto  Nov 12 2014
Silhouette A Heptagonet
nette onclaud's Contest...

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Profile Of A Killer
By H

A secret is a silent stalker
It follows in the shadows; unseen
Patiently waiting, biding its time
Keeping that which had been

A secret is a breathless whisper
Sideways glances; a rustle if leaves
It creeps ever closer, and closer still
Yet It's presence no-one believes

A secret is...

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So cosy when from the comfort of your bed
You slipped a picture into my head
And teased the longing of my heart.

Strange, for there is nothing now to see
That's lewd, or even naked like the moon
Covered with jasmines so I may swoon

She comes each litany of...

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I wish I could have 
been your friend, but you were just
a Goodreads profile....

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Being brought up in the country
living in a farm cottage so white
an only child adopted as one
many memories always in my sight

Always had animals around
also, garden hut with many a hen
my job was collecting eggs
such greenery makes it a certain ten

Across from our house a...

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I would always doodle.
Short poems, but nerver,
Shared them with others.
And I never liked writing,
On a piece of paper.

It was easy because,
of the smart phone.
That was gifted to me,
Few months ago.
And the encouragement,
I received from a friend.
Who having seen my poems,
Insisted I share/post them.

I am really...

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I went to go on Facebook and comment,
account removed, inappropriate content,
I asked others if they could look up my name,
I wasn't found, oh well, Facebook is so lame.

I went to open up messenger to send a message,
only to discover a login blockage,
I asked others if...

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I am a singular event 
Occupying a particular span of time. 
I am a concrete mystic 
And an incurable skeptic 
Seeking an approximation 
Of peace and domestic tranquility. 
I am a Slavic soul brother 
Living the American dream. 
I am a low rent raconteur who...

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I am a lucky guy. 
Many splendid reasons to sigh.

I am, in my early sixties. 
Am not sexy, as it sounds.
Weigh 62 kgs. (137 lbs).
My waist  35" (289 cm)

My name is not followed,
by any credentials.
Just a high school,
Dropout.
Trust me.
My experience,
Has groomed my life.

I have...

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Deception In Soup Creek

There once was a town called Soup Creek amiable and quaint
Filled with all these characters, a perfect picture they'd paint
It was founded to protect the innocent
Where one was welcome to come visit
A bold western saga exquisite
A Mayor, a Sheriff, a saloon proprietor...

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