Best Sniffling(A) Poems

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong....

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i lay stilled atop this muddied cold ground
a castaway like autumn's leaves deadened
unable, unwilling to move around
i sit bloodied, like skies of dawn, reddened

i am...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run...

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There were special places 
where the mind could hide,
way up in the branches 
of a tall tree, safe within
a ball of leaves,
halfway to heaven.
Or on...

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Our first kiss
was a deathless Mayfly.

Ten years onward, we sit
in a Doctor's waiting room
as sniffling strangers.
She smells of baby-puke.

Sometime later,
she tries to sell me a...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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Sestina for a Forgotten Cousin Midget

Kids are midgets
Like gnats, infested around the water
Melons buried in ice
Moms mixing up grape and lime Kool-Aid
Smoke smolders from reddened...

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She spots a sniffling hottie by her gate 
They learn their flight will be three hours late
After a few rounds at the pub
They board and...

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Would you like to go to the coffee shop?
Where the smell of damp fills the nose,
As rain outside starts to shatter like dancing glass,
Leaving darkened...

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Their fare in life wasn't fair



poor children play and sing
on pocket bread
they take to swings
others decry with dread 

sniffling at their looks
in playground scene
poor children...

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On a cold December night,
I run through the full moons light.
I stumble and fall in the snow,
as my fear I try not to show.

I find...

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Wouldn't it seem to persist an unspoken personal longing for perfection?
Is insinuated toward poetic supremacy; obviously . . .
I would feel confident in generalizing the...

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The Waiting Room

The April weather shifted high to low,
Exposing those early clout casters
To the concluding bite of winter;
Footsteps full of foreboding
Trudge their last legs up...

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I hate crying. 

Not the puffy faced, sniffling, headache giving kind. That ones bad, but this ones worse. 

This is the kind of crying where...

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Why fight over different cultures
Don’t become like sniffling vultures
We live together with mixed races
One world in beautiful places



Black, brown, red, yellow or white
But all we...

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