Best Sarah Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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101  POETS

I want to thank 101 poets, when words have no limit.
All 101 spots full of flowing imagery and spirit.
Nathan Dilts my #1~writing for...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her...

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Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours...

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"The Theory of Positivism"



It’s criminal
all theories tie that life 
in neat tight black bows

the presents under 
that tree of life
wide spread 

arms once wide open...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African...

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Go now heartless one, its a time to say goodbye.
Together we danced to the music of the night,
but now the sound of music brings tears...

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You reminded me again, not to be late.
That I shouldn't let you hate.
What we have because it's delicate.
That you are fed up, trying to put...

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Eve, the mother of all mankind,
Adam found his helpmeet in her.
Old Sarah, through faith, was confined.
Rebecca, the first twins’ mother.
Shiphrah and Puah, brave midwives
Saved Hebrew...

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Hiding into the darkness of the alley
The wetness of the rain 
Soaked upon my skin
My nakedness shows through my cotton dress
My hair drips as the...

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“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya


 She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In...

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I never got to dance with Mary Jane
although I heard she sure knows how to swing!
She has a twin, and he is masculine;
he doesn’t have...

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“Good-bye my daughter dear,” she said
As tears welled up in her eyes
“It’s time for me to go to sleep
This must be no surprise
The good Lord...

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Jacques and Torin came round to play
In the afternoon on a Saturday
Three computers linked up on the dining room table
Age of Empires played whenever they...

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