Best Sops Poems

He would have dissolved the congress party
Would have stopped at once all its festivity
Certainly would have gone on hunger strike
And, would have, launched a blistering...

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Kiss me quiet under the rain~   skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir...

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Beatin' this path 'til my heart stop
cause any moment my heart. could. stop.
Swear any day my chest might pop
So sit tight, bout to open up...

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As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
Mists linger ‘til midmorning, caressing trees
It's evident that the temperature slowly drops,
For a chill is accompanying the August breeze.

Slight...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy...

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The sun sincerely set tonight,
the rising moon to night's delight, 
where water couplets parse the night
and scattered roots thy rose. 

Fore every drop that sops...

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What is significant to your life?
What words stick with you? 

What Memories pour forth in your shackled brain?
What things make you go absolutely insane?
What darkness...

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My grandfather taught me an unusual way to catch fish.
I tried it out one night I went with mom who is a musician.
During the day,...

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christening cruise, ship to shore...queasy slick ~
  tropically trotting, tempura-tapping, sure shoot’n quick ~
    digital capture of roiling hammock can’t help...

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Children are little,
They love to be in the middle,
Of everything,
christmas lights they want to hang,
Youth.

Young is being young,
Children like to stick out their tongue,
They love...

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And like that she became wet.
Undressing before she bathed in the storm.
Umbrella left home, by the door.
She wanted to be cleansed. 
Clothes thrown to the...

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A poet
dresses the naked 
word, 

with emotions. Such as the air 
in this empty room sops the hand 
and satisfaction it gives. Still, 

the pen...

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Emotions inside inwardly 
Motions outside outwardly 
No influence on each other 
Except for moving together 

Left the professional apps aside 
Now in relational sops beside...

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A stored ripening sunlight,
opens veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed on the thaw,
upon the guttering soil
through the squelching narrows
of wayside hedgerows.

Spring mops and sops,
breezes furbish,
unlock...

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