Best Racked Poems

Once there was a little cabin in the forest
where lived a most incredible hermit
all animals birds and creatures flocked
to him, surrounding him with their trust.

He lived a simple life dedicated to helping 
those in need. Each day found him looking
out the wounded healing them with...

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The Quiet One

How shall I begin my story
I hardly knew that he was there
Yes, he really seemed nice enough
with those blue eyes and light blonde hair

When I heard what had happened
I must say I was suspicious 
A word written on the body
in red lipstick said...

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sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve...

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Driving past our old home on Glenwood Avenue
Memories came to life from my childhood days
Going over the park, Mom. I'll be in before ten
Got a game of hide and seek. Everyone plays
We'd take a bottle of yoo-hoo  or nu-grape to drink
In winter on Clark...

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I once knew a woman called Terri
Who always was sipping the sherry
She got steaming drunk
And fell off her bunk
The medics described her as ‘merry’

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


20th October 2016


Still in her old knickers grinning
Until the room started spinning
Feeling not all right
Spent from a great night
Her...

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Sawing logs, one after another
Into two feet lengths
Just for the specific purpose
Of standing them up on the ground
Awaiting the iron axe
That will create a comforting
Roaring fire in the hearth
Come this winter’s cold

Canning fruits and vegetables
To store on the shelves
Awaiting the moment in time
When they’ll be...

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Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year.
A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears.
Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come.
How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was...

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He tills within the buzzard's flight 

this cruel land he calls his home, 

ewe and wether, milk and bucket, 

broken spirit, ne'er to roam. 

He's stuck for good, the laws of nature 

guide him, be they right or wrong, 

gone his hopes and his compassion,...

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The hooves that thundered on the roof,
An awful sound to hear;
And when the mighty steeds arrived,
My heart was gripped with fear.

The horses black as ebony,
A chariot in tow,
A fearsome rider held the reins;
I had no place to go.

The horseman’s face a scowling mask,
So clearly in...

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My penchant for writing was showing
The comments I received were ‘glowing’
But at the end of the day
I get another N/A
My success in contests is slowing!

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ON 1st September 2016

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PUT YOUR CONTRIBUTION IN A COMMENT OR SOUP MAIL IT...

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My heart was pumping hard that day I faced the maddening crowd, 
Despite the spinning in my head I stood there mighty proud. 
Though racked with pain my reddened hand acknowledged them a wave 
And to this day I've ne'er forgot, the accolades they gave....

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“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory, 
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”

“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."


“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”

“Crime is common, logic...

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He sits with his head upon his hands
His eyes are red
And water that glued the sands
Sun sucked, slithered from the sandy bed
His thoughts are the hourglass
Grains of meaning mincing away
His castle was the sheltered pass
Tomorrow in today decay.

The officer who came to the door 
Polite...

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When I am lost and all alone,
   It’s then I turn to the Shepherd to guide me home.
When my heart gets bitter and full of doubt,
   I surrender my problems to Jesus, He seems to always work them out.
 I have...

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A Song is -- 

  Not words on paper
    or a tune from the lips
  To reflect moments poignant
    is never lickety-split

  I've racked my brain 
    searched my soul
  Still no...

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