Best Reproachful Poems

Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
Warmth travels thru both my body and heart,
While you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s...

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Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the 
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop...

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Did the creator(s) of his chemicals
wreck his chemicals ?
Or did he recklessly
wreck them on his own ?
He stormed almost violently
through the evening, half an hour...

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He heard the car and came running,
Jumped and whirled in the air,
Barking his happiness! 
Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered 
Camisole  and high...

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Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife

Curdled flesh clings to a...

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Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away...

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oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.

The ocean waves...

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Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out...

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Late sunlight,
Mellow and smooth
Touches the placid afternoon
With fire sparkled warmth
A glow of white wine

On the shadow cooled breeze
A velvet scent
Of royal petunias
Drifts from among
Yellow and...

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INVASION OF DREAMLAND 


How is it that you still invade my dreams and stir up such feelings of desire?
Motives reproachful for me you had yet...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament...

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Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
I discern his small waiting shadow
Where others glimpse only spired branches
Tossing against the cerulean skyline
Sharp eyes of obsidian depths
Follow...

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it was not so much that it was pulled back
but that the release was a push
a spool of thread falling from the table
the gentle undulation...

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True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one 
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament...

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