Best Really Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed and he lied and they think that he cheated
While she...

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If you Really Knew Me
By Kevin Robey
Febraury 16, 2013

If you really knew me, you’d see through these lies
The smiles and laughs, can’t conceal my eyes
You won’t ask questions, you won’t suspect
You won’t see it coming, my final misstep

If you read this now, you know it’s...

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When you think about it

Hey I'll give your thoughts a jerk

And tell you how I know

These things really work

Your soul and your spirit is really you

And your mind tells your body

What it should do

Your mind bears your thoughts

And they hold the key

I can't think for...

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I wanted
peanut butter and jam
But settled
for bread and butter
I wanted a puppy
but got a hamster instead
I wanted you to live forever
Until I wished you were dead

You promised me everything
it was always less than enough
You lacked imagination
I was never interested in stuff
Instead of substance you offered...

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It don’t really matter   

If Plaster of Paris is not made in France
If Ginger and Fred never learned how to dance
If shoestring potatoes don’t grow in a shoe
It don’t really matter because I love you

If airports have doorways but call them a gate
If...

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As a driver, I’ve never been keen.
I’m distracted, confused, not serene!
On my nerves, things keep grating.
Now I’m sitting here waiting
for that stupid stop SIGN to turn green!

November 19, 2020
entered in the QUIN-TO your five-line poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen

When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics

Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy

We turned everything...

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I know I don’t always do the right thing
Sometimes life just gets in my way
I know I don’t always pray the right prayer
Sometimes doubt leaves me in despair
I know I don’t always leave love in my path
Even though Jesus would make a way past
The sorrow,...

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I really am a golfer 
And let me tell you why
Its only when I swing a club
I really feel alive

I really am a golfer 
And take my driver out 
I swing my club and hit the ball
As hard and I have might

I really and a...

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Three different countries, a warm friendship
More than I could dream about
Our friendship has blossomed 





- Dedication for : Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid

Gary Bateman has published a wonderful book February 19. 2015 : A book of selected poetry // "CONVERSATIONS WITH MY MUSE"
I am so...

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I guess I’m narcissistic
I suppose I’m masochistic.
Fitting into just another statistic. 

Hah, go figure.

I guess this is my delusion.
I suppose I enjoy seclusion. 
Pardoning me from inclusion. 

I like being alone.

I guess I am depressed.
I suppose I am obsessed,
With this I am possessed. 

It is...

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This is something other than unsure laced with heavy heart.
I'd love to change my mind,  is this where you take charge?
When our play begins, the starring role I'm begging you to take.
Open your eyes, I won't sit around and wait.
Would you instantly be swooned...

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Mummy
Dummy


11~07~14
Sponsor Jerry T Curtis
This Poem really S****s

Thanks for my first ever negative comment 

That is terrible.... J/K ....hugs Tim...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you abdicate morality for something you should not 

have you ever felt a choke while you were asleep?
fighting unseen forces that...

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Do angels really come to earth,
And sit beside me by the hearth;
And do they watch me through the night,
And keep me safe till morning's light?

Does God really send them here,
To keep me safe so I won't fear;
And do they watch me night and day,
And stay...

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