Best Slot Poems

(The news of the death of dear and near ones reaching us on a daily basis has left me thinking of the transitoriness of life...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to...

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My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the...

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Poet! Am I one?
Without an aim I wrote,
Started, for a fun
Mind’s creation I note.

Wandering thoughts, a lot,
Coming together, they fight,
Words fighting for a slot,
Poem coming...

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YOU  WILL  SEE

It all started with an apple 
One simple little bite
Giving all the love we got 
do not walk towards the light
We...

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Public transpo buses are a poor man's taxicab,
but you can't hail a ride when you need one
You must sit and wait on a wooden street...

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What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers

What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts...

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HELLO, IT'S TIME....

I called her the other day with intrepid hesitation,
‘hello, how’re you doing, dear, I’ve a proposition,
you’ve tight schedule, but please don’t turn it...

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poetry consumes
poetry site addictive...
divorce is mentioned  

This is just a work ...
Poetry Soup can become addictive
and could lead to an unhappy home
if one doesn't...

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Beginning with what it is not
Being certainly not transience we can slot

Calling a spade a spade
Love not an exchange or trade
‘I love you provided you...

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The whole world seems to have gone mad
For the foundations are being destroyed
Evil is called right and good is called bad
Drunken orgies the rage and...

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All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the...

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It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like...

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