Best Receipt Poems

She briskly walks in January’s rain,
which drums the endless rhythm of her pain,
pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour
the leather jacket he so often...

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ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still...

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I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of...

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One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I...

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the rain that drowned the sidewalks
dampened down the nighttime heat
creating steam through manholes
from the pipes beneath the street

and set against this backdrop
of a vibrant city...

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Angel of mourning soup
Angel of mourning
Who gives birth to fresh morning dew who 
helped me pursue who showed me the light
when I was lost for...

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One Sided Love...

Her dazzling saccharine smile...
Her tremendously appealing hairstyle...
Her varicoloured melodious voice...
Her serene coruscating eyes...

Oh, this excruciating one-sided love
When will it be a felicitous two-sided...

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The receipt of a large ration,
of empathy and compassion.

The ability in one’s life,
to overcome struggles and strife.

A clear mind that can comprehend,
the great wisdom that...

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I have sold my mum on E.Bay. 
My god my dad was mad. 
He can"t believe i did it. 
He thinks it"s really bad. 

As...

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Farewell George
No warm wishes here
Gone is your reign of feeding on fear
No more incompetent good 'ol boy antics
So long to your off-base far-right fanatics
Actually... unfortunately...they're...

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brittle stained jagged fingernails
scratch against the splint hairs
of a cold weathered wooden elbow

an impatient clock had sapped
a once supple leather coat

now requiring constant mending
as homeless...

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Embraced by unfortunate solitude consumed within a bitter aftertaste, despair. Eyes seeing through everything with frustrated wonder minus awe.

The ground holds still yet barely, hopeless-a...

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I won't stop writing until I make the pen bleed
Until my heart falls on the paper and you feel the beat
When my tears can be...

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Oh, where had my sweet love gone that morning
when later that day he’d met his death?
It was early January, cold and dreary
when he left unusually...

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10/20/19
"Playing For Keeps"

What the bleep is up with all the creeps
And cheats
It's time to release the beast off the leash
And have a feast
Sinking my teeth
Into...

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