Best Remodel Poems

About head high, two bluebirds built a nest
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
They built their house complete with nursery
Last spring she chirped a...

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What is it to hear a poem?
Ears ajar.
Eyes focused.
Mouth shut.
I struggle to listen when such words cut open
my head and try to make a nest...

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Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't...

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Elsie the cow was slower than molasses,
that's why they finally decided to put her out to pasture.

With Stormin' Norman around you'd tremble with fear,
because all...

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 narrative 

Old Rinzburger was dead, 
only his wife has doubts. 
Death certificate had been signed.
by the banker, his best friend, 
He will soon take...

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I never go to the doctor, I never am that ill
But once a year regardless, I go in for my big thrill.
As a bigger breasted...

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shared relationship~food and pollination~tiger lily and butterfly  

female democrate~trail blazer in politics~a new president


yellow swallowtail ~butterfly clings to lily~summer drenching rain


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You’re chock full of kingsize bull crap
Though female you are not a chap
A well-practiced liar
Whose pants are on fire
Your vitriol I’d love to zap

Just little...

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In the beginning 
All I ever wanted to do is talk it over 
But constantly getting the cold shoulder 
Causes cold hopes
You made me feel...

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It’s New York’s very own,
Making Poetry-Soup his home.

For we all know his caring heart,
From his loving, caring, honest remarks.

Not only does he remodel homes,
His watchful...

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Nothing in my life has ever been anything like this.
When I started my company it was nothing but bliss.
I invented a company called “The Edit...

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You’re a club-tie glad hand social climber
If ever there were one, Minderbinder
Meticulous craft, your domination
Smile bowed, so proud of your lofty station

Your known carnival of...

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The old red barn, standing mute for years,
still sporting the squeaky weather vane.

Its paint long cracked and peeling, 
now all but disappeared.

Six generations of father,...

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Little one with fingers all curled
Ready to take on this great big world
Like a diamond in a mine, an oyster with a pearl
Excited to be...

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The God-given ability of
self-modification
eludes my present state of love
and it's formation

And so I petrify
the years turn me into stone
times goes by without a why
for all...

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