Best Snipping Poems

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She gathered roses,
one at a time,
choosing carefully,
for you see, they were her healing

A light breeze tickled her hair
as a brief smile curved upon her soft lips
The sun, bright on this day was a welcome diversion
from the clouds that followed in her mind

Life was green in...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest

Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
 
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Here she comes again,
That clip-happy, snippy crone who fancies herself a gardener.
What?
She is doing such a horrible job of it.
She clipped two of us unmercifully yesterday,
And we both had potential, talent, and gloriousness
These other buds can never hope to achieve.
Duck, my friends, hide.
The thorns are...

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The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's icy breath.

Now slumber long beneath the warming banks
upon your tender roots deep in the earth.
All while stillness patrols your sentried...

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I just want to be me, free to exist,
rest knowing everything inside is seen;
The somber parts also need to be kissed,
if it's love then there is no in between;

Really, can't I simply be who I am? 
Tired of only being half a vision;
Start to feel...

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Was it his head tilt that stumped me—
Was it his keen variations of hilarity,
Was it his words—wild, strange, free,
Like a bird straight out of captivity? 

He had a frisky, playful tongue
That sounded like a friend
With no limitations save the time span 
Of sixty seconds—
There—none wasted—
No—a...

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Sound scissors make,
each time they are 
opened and closed…

Snipping out and ad 
or clipping the hair…

Snip, snip, clip, clip…

By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2007...

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Sun-faded cardboard photographs
of 1970’s hairstyles
were tacked to 
the brown paneled walls.
His counter was cluttered with 
the shiny tools of his trade,
a chipped glass bowl
laden with lollypops,
and a jar of combs 
in blue liquid.
National Geographic,
Sports Illustrated, 
and Life
were spread out 
like Chinese fans
on the coffee table.
On...

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I'm no good at trimming trees,
Cut right through them like a breeze.

Snipping here and snipping there,
Like someone without a care.
 
Make no-sense to hire someone,
For I've already begun.

I always start way-down low,
Fast and fiery as I go.

Where blossoms are crunchy brown,
Still and quiet on the...

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Wise men
Somberly Pondering
Over Imponderables
What if.........
Why not .......

Cut, Cut .....

Master Tailors
Or Gardeners
Snipping at Schedules
And Budgets .....

Topiarists!...

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Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo  

To pave the way clear
For you and I to step...

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My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year.
For soaking rain and warm days abound,
Though with too little sun I fear.
Still, they give me many blooms that astound.

Their gentle glow lightens any despair, 
On return from the chaos filled outer world. 
Sweet, spicy, fruity and...

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when did the 
douchebag get his own
beard?
when did the pencil-thin
maintenance of the facial
hair of a male
become something 
with which 
we walked with our heads
held high?---
first time i saw this
idiot stripe 
wrapping round the
larded jowls of a man
was when that fat bastard from
smash mouth
came hopping around
“singing”...

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Come take a tour,
of my grooming shop,
at poems end, I'm sure you'll agree,
were the best,
so forget the rest,
C'mon, read on, and see,
dogs all check in, in the morn,
looking all tattered and worn,
now let's trot down this path,
for a warm bubble bath,
swishing and swashing,
as we start...

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I was never afraid to 
Tell the story of the panic doors.
It once began while I shimmied my
Way up a lattice and
Into the guest room.
I felt like a child on the
Verge of an egocentric breakdown.
Full to the brim with euphoria.
Vibrant and agile and overwhelmed.
I could...

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