Best Resignation Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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‘neath the halo of a full moon
Wind Talker gives music to the night
flute carved from a fallen tree
 
he plays to the dwindling forest
trees that...

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I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope 
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of...

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white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
         ...

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What Annoys Me.

         The Wedding of Rubbish and Nonsense.

Dearest readers; Please stand, for the big day has...

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Once significant and alluring, your luster faded.
Perhaps it was the treachery in hollow eyes jaded.

Was there ever a light
in a soul dark as night?

Promises of...

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With Youth.....

Watch this girl...
she has her eyes
on a rising dandelion
sprouted in high grass,
a pensive girl, 
weaving her way through the fields,
looking past weeds to her...

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A final ugly bellow followed by the front door's slam and then. . .
the natural and sweet respite of silence. 
She remained where he'd left...

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I often passed the time away
walking with you, Natalia,
down on the beach.
The sand, the sun, the surf,
perfection to you.
The breeze with its saliferous scent,
the sound...

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Cookie
Warm, golden
Gazing, longing, tempting
Diet, restrained, guilt, resignation
Biting, chewing, swallowing
Moist, delicious
Cookie...

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The concerned politician was running for re-election
   But a very cool, steamy sex scandal he struggled to hide
He used his thick, bald head...

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Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice...

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In those younger years
I made a friend of the sun
And allowed her to bathe me
In brown creamy skin

In those younger years
I ran across a beach
And...

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A cloudless day, should have been warm but the frigid southern roaring 40’s cut like flailing daggers into the skin, leaving bones and joints to...

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We drove by her run-down house
with faded green shingles
and boarded-up windows,
a sad feeling overwhelmed us;
many times we helped her
to cut down the thick grass 
and...

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