Best Sells Poems

She floats on the saffron shore 
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats 
within the shelter
of peanut shells.

Toys and text books, 
picnics and pamperings; 
all collided...

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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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“I cannot give a name to pain I’ve never known.” - by poet

What do I know of sadness
when it’s grief that is profound?
The misery of...

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Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking...

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Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide, 
comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air.
She feels the same sand between her toes 
as when she...

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If you're passing by Soup Creek our peace loving town
Do pay us a visit but wear a big smile not a frown
Our town is open...

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It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.

Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see...

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In a store that sells antiques,
The past is much alive,
Including parts that we’d prefer
Did somehow not survive.

Some creepy dolls and ugly clothes
And jewelry I’d not...

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Write what you know
Write what you love
Invent a new world
Invent words
Be silly
Play

Write what you see
Write what bothers you
Write what amuses you
Invent a new persona
Let the...

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Tiger Woods
    By Victoria Anderson-Throop

What a hero-- Tiger Woods--
He sells golf and sporting goods.
Chases ladies in the night
Tells kids not to curse...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers,...

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Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that...

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On an old bicycle, he pedals the streets
finding a steady supply of following feet

"Here comes the balloonwalla", in unison they scream
clamoring for the balloon of...

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Squatting next to a garbage bin,
she dons a fake smile that doesn't fit.
And though track marks tattoo her skin,
her addiction won't let her quit.

Abused by...

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Go to church to feel good and wish upon a dream?
to feed that unquenchable self esteem ?
Probably shouldn’t bother if that’s the reason,
Means the body...

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