Best Score Poems

Weightless, Penniless, Timeless Without Score

Death had spoken thus; I see you still deny,
Abides grim darkness in you, 'til bye the bye,
Weightless, penniless, timeless without score
Last gasp is endless, it echoes no more;
Fields of waving grain, stroke whispering winds
splashing murmurs of why human life ends
As if...

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The key to feeling loved—attention
sharped or flatted drilled or bored, 
love demands attention that’s the score—

marry the compound emotions of gist and jest, 
sing the song of sorrow serene:
lay lie Ophelia on the waves of death
but grab the stage please.

Separated, longing, faceless, safety falsely felt
instruments...

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A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell.  Will there be anything more?”

Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body...

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I've done my time past sixty nine,
I've reached three score and ten.
I've seen a lot but not as much as some,
What I see makes them look quite glum.
Their aches and pains and wobbly walk,
The tablets and potions make me gawk.
They seem to keep the chemist...

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   Antipoetic cricket : chalkup the scoreboard               
     
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Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed witch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed her like another.

You see, I’d written poem for stress
So that I could work with scum:
To endure their endless cess
That imbued...

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I have died
And been reborn
As an old man
Please give me your hand -
Hold tight and don’t fight
I wish to dance all night 

I wish to dance 
All nightlong
Stay with me to the end
But move slowly
Not to shake these old bones -
Too sore for too much...

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Three score and ten:

The seconds turn into minutes, then to hours.
The hours spin into days, then weeks will fly by.
The weeks then quickly dissolve into many months.

The months that fleet and fly by into such short years.
All our average compliment is three score and ten.
Whatever-more...

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Four Score
By Franklin Price
7/4/2016

Four score and two hundred years ago
Our founding fathers signed the page
Declared their independence
Freedom then was all the rage

No longer were they willing
To bow to England's will
Their cup was running over
They had more than had their fill

They had the sons of liberty
To...

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Close eyes
Open mouth
Shoot hard...

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My anger rises towards heights unknown,
Fury rages, fueled by contempt, a side that is rarely shown.
I strive to hold back but certain emotions I cannot contain,
Like a comic book character the face I see, to me is strange.

Jaws set tight, eyes drawn to a squint,
Fists...

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Me: "Bing, the intended rhyme scheme for the poem below is ABABAB; and I made additional changes in line 9 of the poem in order to improve its meter and make more vivid and clarify the imagery. In your opinion, is the poem much better...

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About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...

One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched

rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent

Lot affecting...

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AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day we need assistance with what
others voice and say.Deficient,an aid. to
complement the grey.
AGE comes upon us so gradually realisation
hits us all...

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Here lies the Count of Monte Cristo
Who got to settle a few scores
With stevedores and commodores
Before stretching out below



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 20, 2020 for contest POE-ETIC VERSE POETRY sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 2ND

Posted on November 2, 2019...

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