Best Retold Poems

The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is...

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He was my sun, my one and only son,
attired as a cowboy for the day. 
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random...

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Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam
Where verdigris flames pirouette, in cerulean ballet's beam...
We gather close—a familial love—
In hallowed halls where chimes of crystal laughter, stream.
Amid the...

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Fade away, oh tempests of thought 
How shallow is the content you hold
We strain under weight of your refrain
And tire of nebulous concepts retold

If you...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By...

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The Olympic  games are ending soon,
Oh, what a show it's been,
With athletes losing gracefully
And gracious when they win.

Bringing honor to their countries,
Their families and...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each...

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He was a big man
a gigantic tall man
a large imposing brute of a man
a do whatever he wants to do man

He was a
I can do...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to...

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My words come from an innermost and secret place within me.  Hidden feelings
that I have veiled and concealed over the years.  Words that...

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BREVITY – the soul of wit

One was red, one was blue
the pair - a sneaker and a shoe
so he laughed as he retold
the story given...

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Here I am in the land of the endless sun, 
A tropical paradise that compares to none, 
From the frolicking surf to the ancient trails,...

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BIRD    DREAMS   

The worst nightmare would be if I
Was an ostrich, and (of course) couldn’t  fly.
The fly-guys sit around...

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Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of...

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