Best Slumped Poems

A hardened and disciplined man drove to the grocery store lost in thought, 
with setting of sun, the long day's work almost found it's end.
Hoisting...

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In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the...

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It’s not enough to have a Dragon plus his penguins and pigeons, too?
Darn it! I had a limit, until a cute Cuddling Cricket found my...

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Ferdinand the frog was as mute as a swan
as his friends hopped to school one by one 
he would sit on the rocks and silently...

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Slowly the curtains parted a head peeps out
Dressed as a small child so lifelike

Can see the strings working the arms
In a disjointed fashion
But the eyes.....
the...

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An Empty Kingdom 

The news did spread, a kingdom’s will
For sorrow placed its shadowed hand
‘Pon castle steps the crowd did fill
As heart break took a...

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His wise council and kind patience bolstered my resolve
to overcome my youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve.
His humanity may have saved my life. His memory...

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Shawled against 
the damp night chill,
she waits
slumped low, 
crumbled
in her favorite chair.
Old and tired 
she waits.
Eyes, once bright, 
cast a milky stare 
blind to all...

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I was sitting on a bench, by the sunshine being drenched
When a strange situation took place
Someone sat next to me; from where he came I...

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You have given me a gift
It is always wrapped
I perpetually open it with a smile
It is a never empty tin of freshly baked cookies 
It...

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2018 - nothing new here

He sits
slumped in his corner
weary, battered, bruised,
but not beaten.

He has survived,
studied this craft,
this art of living,
these cycles of change.

He has tasted...

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The talentless, envious, plagiarist’s dream
Was to find someone’s ‘Works’ on a shelf or a beam
In a Pub, in a folder, alone and ignored
As the author...

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Rather lost, they stare over the divide,
how best to circumnavigate this obstacle?
They can see a path gently sloping down
but it is far off to the...

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A cold lion roams, doctrinaire and sterile,
The expanse of Africa offers him no sanctuary, the Saringehti no salvation,
He can only smell the scent of his...

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