Best Slushy Poems

"I dream of Candy!"

Sweet cakes and peanut butter squares 
A living diabetic's nightmare. --  My heart 
sings to the beat, Under the Neutron Star...

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''Like Ice Cream''

Having ice cream with you, 
Brightens the entire portrait in my youth.
Like catnip for a cat 
-- the     Reese's...

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Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into...

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Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding 
Gracefully embracing inside visions 
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond 
Under...

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Like the sun lights up the sky, 
A little girl when she was born, 
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole...

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Take away my static hair,
My thick, wool toque, my glassy eyes.
Take away the chilly air,
The endless clouds, the covered skies.

Give me back my sun-streaked hair,
My...

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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon...

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(after Edgar Allan Poe's "The Angel of the Odd")

It was a tidy day and I sat, replete, under vellux blankets.
Sadly, my tea was weak, the...

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Just last night we got two feet of snow,
enough to make all of the school’s close,
kids get excited, ready to blow,
made them put on all...

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January’s snow flows stealthfully through my fifth-floor apartment window, flung wide open to welcome in the new year.  The half-drawn curtains bellow with brisk...

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Spring hangs
like a dripping woolen coat
from the pewter frame 
of a glowering sky.
 
Why is it that poets write of spring
as if it were made...

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she is scarred so deeply inside
yet she chooses to remain beautiful
gloom of darkness engulfs her
yet she dons a mask of brightness
stab of humiliation slices her...

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Icy winter storms swirl
within the clouded night,
wailing winds howl,
gales rage, and slushy sleet 
freezes the ground.

Will the dawn turn red?

Chances you'll never know
as you're snuggled...

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Grandpa grew hay and corn and vegetables on his farm,
And in the Autumn on bright sunny days we all helped him;
With the gathering, reaping and...

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