Best Shake Poems

steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together

the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill

it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling

my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles...

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aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast

measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will

it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades

love’s labour lost as you like it
this the...

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I felt the ground move 
did you feel the earthquake too?
shake, rattle, and roll...

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Lovely, you’re lovely—
Your heart is full of lovely.

You are growing within my life;
All without of you just pines.

My lovely, my inward gash before others recoils so tight—
Only you can veil my heart in your lovely sight.

Your known Rosetta failed my dark—
Colored you instead on every...

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Coconut Cream Shake
___________________________

Coconut Cream shake,
you taste so good
you quench my taste
all the ways  that you should.

All your creamy goodness,
it brings me much delight
thank you for the pleasure
you're giving me tonight.

5/24/14-Jessica Thompson...

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Shake the Dust

People have called me crazy
For believing in you
They've called me all the names
Yeah, called me crazy too
They've rolled their eyes
Shook their head
Like an empty chair
Not hearing a word I've said

I shake the dust
The dirt and the mud
Cause Yeshua
He runs in my blood

Do people's...

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Frosty, white, foaming
Rock and branch for stirring sticks
Nature’s perfect shake

Entry for Raul Moreno's Contest...

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Man, you look fat
Some manscaping a must
Tight tee-shirt of grue colour
Makes one want to puke
This body was not bodacious
Looked more like an emoticon on a chat site
Diet and sexercise is needed
To make a more delishful sight
So come on man shake yourself
Make your body a sight...

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TEN MINUTES THAT DIDN’T SHAKE THE WORLD

They seemed to talk only in metaphor  or simile
And in what they call   stream-of-consciousness - 
These two young women in the café overheard yesterday -
About something boring to the point of unconsciousness;

And a small athlete called...

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In your overall, dynamism,

it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind-

every other vowel spewed something wise,

nothing trans-morphed so you tried,

and again saw something inside,

it had to have been you-

overtly subjugating,

or even taming the shrew,

not to mention his drugs and his brew,

"there is...

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A little pre-dawn shaking was going on around LA.
Early morning risers got a jolt on St. Patrick’s Day.
This quake went the same way so many had gone before.
Today, it measured on the Richter scale at 4.4.
Nobody was hurt, and no damage had been done.
However, experiencing...

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Pills, pills, they're coming out of my ears
I shake rattle and roll when I walk it appears
People just stare
Then lose all their cares
As they all join hands and shake their big rears


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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The deer shake off the headlights


We sat in the car outside the 
liquor store peering like deer, our eyes 
following Pinky as she went in to 
the store for a twelve pack of beer.
Our breathing stops. She's carded. Shucks.
Fake card works. Yes! Pinky time. She
sashays...

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There must've been a  moment,
a long time ago,when
our two hearts were together,and
our souls felt as one whole....

Distant may appear as the past,
torn by forces,which
cruely laugh,while
we grope in the darkness cast....

Unwittingly played,
is our search which see's no end

Uncertainty displayed,as
our self worth revalued amends

Patchwork quilted strays,
muti-faceted...

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Written for Andrea Dietrich, a remarkable, talented human and sincere, caring friend


I’ve never even met her, we’ve never shared space,
Yet I continuously, tenderly, view her face.
She woke one same ole’ morn, on her same ole’ street
To retire that night with terror lying under her sheets.

She’s...

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