Best Reads Poems

Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.

We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy...

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"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her...

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July 16, 2014- Inspiration for
 "When No One Reads"

When no one reads, keep writing
right now just might not be the right time.

Poets are currently considered
lowest of low, scum of slums
but that doesn't mean things will always be this way.

Be patient growing your poet trees
persistent, 
doing...

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Iambic Pentameter, a long name for a poetic form 
that's popular. It does resemble basic normal speech 
with cadences that flow with ups and downs. 

This cadence marches to the count of feet; just five 
per line makes up the rhythmic flow. But, fore and...

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Hortense Reads a Romance Novel

By Elton Camp

The cover picture is easy to understand 
Beautiful woman with bare-chested man

Into her lusty eyes he does peer 
Their intentions are quite clear

It’s a book designed only to sell
So needn’t be written very well

Sexual scenes loosely connected
From such drivel...

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Quietly whispered
Receiving silent
Emotions kept

Laughing yet
Without voices
Just shown teeth
Thus a funny, the silent poem speaks

QUIETLY WHISPERED THE SILENT POEM 
SPEAKS AS HE READS A BOOK 
THE PEOPLE LAUGH AND LOOK

7/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©...

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She reads my poems
So I thought I'd give her something good to read
Dark long haired beauty 
even though she threatens 
to cut it real short on me
It doesn't really matter
she makes me laugh
I forget all about it 
while she's taking off my pants
this isn't romance
if...

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11:08pm on Christmas Eve
The wind howls
And tears over the snow covered landscape
Buffeting the brown stalks
Of dried weeds
Whose heads reach up
Out of the snow
A last gasp for air
In a failed attempt
To live
Trees stand
Dark figures in the night
To obstruct the winds path
A half moon shines
Through faint wisps
Of...

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We are God's stories--
His novels,poems, plays...

Some of us are short stories,
lives brief but poignant,
perhaps more so than 
those who are long, winding novels.

A few are sonnets, stellar, 
like bright shooting stars streaking 
silently across the infinite
night-black sky....
Fewer still become grand epic poems
that all know of...

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I can't talk to you because I'm afraid of what you'll say
I'm scared of your reaction.
If I tell you how I really feel 
I'm afraid you'll walk away.
I want you here, I don't want you to leave
But this anxiety is killing me
We fight, we argue...

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The teacher reads,
Her lips, forming words out of erotic movements
Her face, sharing handfuls of emotions
Her words, hypnotizing
Her eyes, racing back in forth,
running up and down each paragraph.

And the teacher reads,
My focus is broken,
Floating gently past the clouds in my head
My eyes wander, loose and drunken...

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'C-an you read my mind? '
A-s the Superman song goes; 
T-hink anything you want, 
H-eavenly Father truly knows.
E-ternal God reads your mind, 
R-ecognizing your thought from the sky; 
I-deas cannot be hidden, 
N-ot even your memory's
E-ye.

P-lan is perfectly clear, 
E-ven opinion is not far behind;...

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To assume the
stage
        takes a lot of nerve
To get up in front of a 
crowd
       And read what you have
written 
       is something which requires 
a...

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Crescent moon was a tiny bit chilly on pink clouds tonight
He got his warm cozy crocheted afghan and turned on the light.
Sweet baby star Dory stopped by to listen to a good story.
Crescent was happy to accommodate sweet little Dory....

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Wordle has become a world phenomenon,
Every day, another word is added on.

For some, this game is merely a pastime,
But for others, the score is bet on a dime.

Originally, Wordle was unknown, uncharted territory.
New York Times now claims this newfound glory.

Today, when you type that 5-letter...

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