Best Psst Poems

im not lost
im found 
im not dirt 
im rising from the ground
you just wish to see me fall
to tell everyone you knew before 
but darling...

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This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first...

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And so
The words lay idle
Mumbling
“Not me!  Not me!”
For we could be
The catalyst for
Verse,
Or worse.
Let us be
But words
Un-gathered logs
Afraid of fire
Soundless stones
Rolling
In sunrise surf
A wind
Without...

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In their dreams…

Yes, please

Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song

Yes, please

Remove that scented, plastic tulip

Place it upon my oblivious palm

As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins...

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I'm a firm believer
In limerick fever
(This isn't news)
"It'll cure the blues!"
Says Jan (who is no deceiver)

Written by Jan Allison:

Writing limericks is a fine art
Yes I...

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#10...   "The dog did it."

                  ...

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“Hey Bill, what’s that spot in the hall ?”
“Awe, that’s just a fly on the wall.”
“John, you seen  foreman Bob?
“No. Why? Where is that...

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Mischievous Cats


Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.

Bella stretches out her legs and purrs. 


"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you...

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Florence McLane

1889 – 1902


Psst… over here!
My toppled tombstone is the one 
With the somber seraph carrying a cross.
My grave is the one that no one...

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Taking my gold black tipped pen
Words flow on white parchment
Like tears intermittent streams.
My baby you are in heaven now.
Son you're in God's arms, not mine.

Looking...

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Wrote my dream woman on a blank piece of paper, 
Said she was this, and this, enjoys this, and that,
And most important of all, she...

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"Camptown Races sing this song, Do Dah! Do Dah!"
( sung incessantly by a certain, unique rooster.)

Henry Hawke: ( Sung to Holly Jolly Christmas:)
" I'll be...

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My people, for too long we have been moving  as a nation Independently,
so much so that our girls have become prostitutes and our youths...

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What will it be?
The day you fly away
The day you're set free

What will be said?
When a date is set on the right side of the...

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dopy
grumpy
doc…
bashful
sleepy
sneezed a lot.
happy now ;)
we do indeed
have a spicy snot
twice the mice
and a monkey
at the helm…
came a lot
she did
to read these men
disguised as
snoozen
eighth dwarf
is a...

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