Best Report Poems

My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the...

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As I walked into the banquet hall of the 
 Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
 out to me were the eyes of the...

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Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark...

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Cherokee Tears

ceremonial drums' rhythmic heartbeat
impassioned tribal chants
echo in Smoky Mountain mist before dawn

tortured spirit of an ignoble president
Andrew Jackson seems imprisoned here
haunted by wailing ghosts...

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In the year ninteen eighty one on the nineteenth day of December
A day the town of Mousehole in Cornwall, will always remember
An R.N.L.I. Watson class...

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dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid...

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It was reported that she had died,
but I saw her
months after the obituary.

She came to me in a dream naturally,
the mind has to be as...

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"I love my teacher."
"I have a great teacher." 
"My teacher is super."
"My teacher's so cool."

These words are music to a teacher's ears,
Exactly what parents and...

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My family is everywhere like wild seeds sown
On the whim and bluster of a wind
Some left for Cuba before the revolution
Bring green stalks of sweet...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say

Will you squeeze me tight,
And...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part...

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Rudolph the reindeer has a red nose
Now why is that do you suppose?
Well it’s not real, it is a red light
That Santa switches on at...

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The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot...

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The long and short of it 

I find the poetry I read
while running through this site
Takes my breath away from me
and makes me want to...

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