Best Roughing Poems

One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as i ran my hand across the face,
to wipe off the sweat,
there he was this breathtaking scenery!
He had the most fair...

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Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.

One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad gripped with fright.

He recognized the little boy,
As his neighbor, Tyler...

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The postcard reads"Wish You Were  Here"

Then I see the sea of loves wave on how

We behave... The sea waves rush and

Your surfboard gets drenched. Is this a

Dream you wonder and nothing but gushes

Of extremely salty water gives water gives

Us both a potent pinch. Your...

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My Backyard Playground....Mt. Lassen Peak


Our playground is a mountain steep
Come climb with me to Lassen's Peak!
It guards our valley, rust and green
Like roughing it?  A camper's dream!
Or take a picnic for the day
Such beauty takes your breath away
With lakes and streams and meadowland
Boiling mudpots,...

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Flowing river - I became...!

'O' friend! you stood your ground, a rock in the riverbed;
sauntered, stuttered, stumbled and stopped for good.
I transformed, into waters and became one in one with it,
a flowing river, discovered myself, perfectly fit - well knit!

I meandered, I ran and I...

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He's your typical 
   all-too-friendly booster
who goes way, way out 
   of his way to bolster
what's left of your stuff 
   when the roughing gets tough,
when your bestest best 
   is never good enough;


impervious to high rank...

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Skinny
All american
Gangsta
In
The
Town of
Anadarko
Roughing
It
Out
Under and
Sideways...

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My own downfall,
being with no malice of intent.
the gravity of being born with no force,
my soul even wanders beyond my spirit.
shame of uncleanliness;
guilt of unworthiness,
troubles of accepting,
missing pieces that can't be held together.
troubles with sanity,
sometimes roughing it out to tip of the edge of reasoning.
no...

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I am the sentence lost poet who has forgotten names
hollow versions of imposter me with little left to crawl
inside the words. My life is shaped by subtle arts stripped
from the mirror of reflected lives – tribes of non-poets
nonetheless so sensitive and fevered with promises
endless beginnings...

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a balloon half-filled with helium 
hovers five inches or so below the ceiling of the cafeteria
a few feet away from the time clock &
on a table near the balloon,
a sympathy card bearing the signatures of most of the folks
who work at the plant
sits on the...

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His way of life, I will
never understand
This character, We all
know as, "Peter Pan"
The idea of him taking
a young woman,by the
hand
Only to drop her, for a
more indefinite plan
Such as, "roughing it",
with the "lost boys", in
NEVERLAND
When he can perform MAGIC,
with a single grain of sand
yet, it's He,...

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Moonlight Come Dance With Me
There's no polyester in the trees
Nothing but mucous membrane
What's writing what's wrong
Pattern of the ole coal miners
Roughing it eating leftovers in diners
A brute abusive husband placed in marmalade
This is how bad men behave
Sun bright burning the heavens
Loaf of bread singles only...

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i am pieces of granite wall
undetermined reason for being
tolerating chisel masters
crumbling into dust
falling into bowl of crevice
scraped up into Chinaman’s baskets
roughing up against dainty seashells
fitting nowhere
out of place
out of sorts
out of ideas...

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Silence hangs, air is deathly
.
.
.
The silence breathly
thousands of my voices
They tear at my choices
~tear~
roughing--
till                  I
             ...

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