Best Slurring Poems

you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not...

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The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart. 

He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.

Until...

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Little child
Your tiny hands hold a little flower
Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace
In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works
It is the sanctuary...

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I refused to be ignored, helpless, and labeled as another bad seed
I refuse to fall in the trap that these so called "statistics" has made...

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I
long for
the days of
my teenage years.
Me, Debbie, Nancy,
and my best friend Shellie
and those slumber parties when
we did everything BUT slumber!
Laughing, snacking, playing our records,
and talking...

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I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament,
when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent.
Thank God I wasn’t...

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He smiles at me.
As though the weight
Of psychedelic visions
Were insubstantial
And inconsequential;
A trivial thing.

Broad-shouldered emotions
Mushroom through 
Organic momentum
To greet my pain,
A throbbing haze
That is my post-script.

Narcotic...

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Solo, like a butterfly, emerging out of its chrysallis  for the very first time
She tip-toed slowly , silently , then ran far far away.
Far...

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Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble...

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What CHOICE does one have at the crossroads of life
When winter sets in and SUMMER is done,
When the CANDLE does flicker with the roil and...

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Broken Water Faucet
©2017by Susie Krauter
A poem written for children to demonstrate personification

My cold silvery shiny metal 
handle no longer moves 
to the top of the...

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it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun.

but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and...

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Good morning sunshine! I do wake
I speak with drowsiness slurring words
Stimulated by the daybreak and prominent hues
I talk! You listen! For heavens sake!
Some days I...

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Tonight I thought I shook off a roach. Swore I felt it approach. Imagined it crawling down
my throat. My Dad came out from the den...

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