Best Repository Poems

Once I finish oiling rusty joints and dusting these old bones,
it's time set off on down the trail.
Where I'll head I haven't a clue;
by heaven...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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T
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A bridge from colloquial to courtly 
fare
A span where idealism and fantasy 
pair
A railway to the existential realm; 
celestial lair 
A conduit through which rational...

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A Palace of Aloneness.

This palace of aloneness is not my home. 
It's bricks know only the time of run-off bygones.
Transition past it's thousand entrances 
Impaired...

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 Women in my family 
Of all, I owe most to my mom and my younger sister
Who have brazenly stolen a chunk of my heart!...

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I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself...

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Magic Box

Now opening forever 
A box full of surprises
So,ladies and gentlemen presenting 
A repository of amusement 
A casket of kindness and excitement 
A chest of...

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Is there always one verse
  you still have yet to write

 And if not—what’s the point
  of it all

Are you the repository of
...

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(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting...

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In our world technological,
Here's how to talk to gadgets digital,
"Now listen up, keyboard and router,
Not to mention dysfunctional mouser....
Are you listening carefully to me?
(I am...

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The eraser belonged to me; it was saved by my mother and returned along with many other 
childhood items when I became middle aged. I...

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In the library - for contest

Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's  a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But...

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When you were born
the Sun named you Wondra
and Luna fed you star fire from her naked night,
they knew you would dance with feet of love...

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That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier...

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