Best Sloppily Poems

The stars up yonder glitter in one accord
The fast moving clouds shaped like a blunt sword
 
The fireflies in the distance light up our meadow
Their...

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I am a porcelain doll.
Fair of face, coveted by a young girl.
My smile is welcoming, cheeks are rosey,
My dress wrinkle and tear free
Each button in...

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I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts,...

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Another new beginning, another major change
My feet know the rhythm, though this road is undiscovered 
My toes know the feeling of wet dew still clinging...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she...

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There was a florist in southern McNungus
Sloppily smeared with soil humongous. 
Customers suspected something was wrong
When proof arrived indisputably strong:
His ears displayed five varieties of...

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I went ghetto gold .......


I was told that when I flip this, 
I'm come sicker than syphilis,
My verses come in 3's like triplets,
I drop ebonic...

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Although yours truly modest,
     the only personal issue
     I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering
self worthlessness bred
if not...

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MuddyFingers

I shall write in catchy thoughts
encased in phrases
lead you through a maze
of pussywillowedhazes,
in search of ducks that bark
and dogs that croak.

Snippets of mind strings
all cut...

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A piece of ocean next to trees and sand
Scattered across treated mahogany. 
Across a face, and a ship now unmanned,
And rolling waves, fingers trip sloppily.
Splitting...

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It had partially dried to the table, crimson, sticky, and coagulated, and not wanting to let go of the sloppily scrawled letter. It drooped in...

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 My gift of life is steadily tock-ticking along
Why give me strife? Regularly gone missing or wrong
Heard my first gasp for breath
Learnt dry thirst grasp...

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Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia
Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly
Through no choice of own approach it sloppily,
Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia-

As...

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It’s not enough, you say
We’re killing mom and
I’ll never be the same.
You pinch my cheeks like
Maybe you’ll bring back your life,
Long gone,
In my blank canvas,
Sometimes...

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Estella Murray

1891-1912

Johnny’s was the last face 

I saw that April afternoon in 1912.

I admit I was mean to him,

As mean as a starving she-dog in...

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