Best Rooftop Poems

Suicide Masterpiece

Sweatdrop
On top
Trigger pop
Written note
All I got
Hang knot
Body rot
Suicide cop

I hope not
Cry out loud
I think not
Body's hot
I am too proud
I am loved a lot
Rooftop.
Suicide bride

Heavy...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the...

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Monet


Come with me, let us rekindle love –
walk with me over bridges aglow
while rivers magically glisten below.
If you hold my hand, 
perhaps, we might spy...

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Walking alone down the leaf covered lanes,
the ground is still damp from Yesterday's rain. 
A cathedral of trees tower overhead, 
with colors of Fall that...

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Written: May 3rd, 2024

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It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on...

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Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
    as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were...

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I am the ghost of my past life.
I feel hollow, empty, incomplete,
No one can hear me speak.
	
I jumped
From a rooftop in budding May,
A beautiful time...

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twas the night before christmas
i was alone in the house
off in the bedroom
unbuttoning my blouse

while drawing the curtains
i heard a big thud
peered out the window
to...

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  Your Invitation 





You wanna from New York-

talk skin-teeth stories

b|tch brick-falling buildings

knive bus choking fumes-

Proud-over cracked sidewalks

holy street-people

and cracked-dreams?


You wanna scar of alley cans...

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This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my...

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Drizzling, dazzling
splinters of diamond
          Shards of crystal
or  liquidized glass!
      Transparent drops
from a translucent sky. 

       Ooh, that lucid lustre:
No wonder they say,
there's something sexy about...

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Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines,...

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You will never write me.
You will never call.

You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall. 

Your words will be...

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