Best Retorts Poems

I witness you fading away,
The winds blow frantically
They are against us, as all are

Little fire, rise in my cupped hands
Be it my life I shield...

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“Don’t look back
you’re not going that way”….
seems I’m not going
in the other direction
either…..well….slowly
exceedingly slowly….
My quick retorts come
too late to be
appropriate
too loud to be
ignored.
Few know
the depth
of...

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Oh, the gullible women threw themselves
at his intellectual poetry and prose.

To him, ah, he was as delightful as the scent 
of a fragrant spring rose....

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Ill at ease
Bacardi and coke,sipping,
Ripping a pal
She smokes a cigar
Feels out of sorts
Full of retorts.
But under the front]
She bears the brunt
She wants to be home.

Her...

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I'll always, forever
be just falling short
hopelessly hopeless
with angry retorts

I'm tired of losing
it's always the same
I'm finished with playing
a bottomless game

I'll never be stronger
or good enough,...

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Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go...

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On an early morning just before school
My tummy is churning my head hurts too
My feet are cold my forehead is hot
I have a runny nose...

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The time has come your passing has happened 
Your desire to live was never dampened 
The great Scottish debate for you to stay or go
I...

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He cries in grief at the funeral, he's just lost his best friend.
He passed away so quickly, but had been loyal to the end.
Observers remarked,...

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naughty cat says,  “nowww”
clever fox replies, “yak, yak”
both peed  the mouse’ trap.

cock crows, “tick—morrow”
fox says, “hope no more sorrow”
get Cupid’s arrow.

cow says, “boo,...

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My sleep is dream-filled now --
imagined scenes, practiced dialogues,
fervid comments, loving words --
never-voiced retorts.
I resist awaking, lie in bed
clinging to a dream world --
and to...

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Choices my dear one,
So many choices, 
So few voices,
Some near,
Some far,
Some to fear.

A path.
Clear and chosen.  
The erasure of a closing.
The logos of math.
The...

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Beatnik Snaps
       Onomatopoeia-topia

(poet sits on a stool in the café and begins)
I could onomatopoeia all day daddio
With cool sounds...

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as it can b 

 here’s it-cursed
 tossed,crossed, 
lost-indentation 
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects...

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Research papers, book reports
witty remarks, smart retorts
of these things none can I do
but I still tried and so should you!...

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