Best Second Hand Poems

Silently he sat in darkness, flinching at the sight of light.
Which created a glow reflecting on his balding head.
His cold glare did not help my...

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Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart,
the love that once transcended time is no more.

No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion,
lost in translation...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
                             ...

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Remember

Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out...

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Am I dreaming 
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern 
between real and fake
What’s right 
What’s wrong
which direction 
should I take
Am I...

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-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a...

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(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as...

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So you fancy that you know the poet?
I for one, wouldn’t dare make that claim!
Poets have ventured where few men have been,
And the poet is...

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And...

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It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was...

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it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps.	 brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
   ever changing with the seasons
	   ...

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the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth

A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else

back around the way
the old shabby
half...

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Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand

One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But...

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Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling...

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