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 attack.

He would have wholly banned the sacred khadi
That some time ago symbolized utmost sanctity
According to him it stood for human...

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MERGED IN SURRENDER


Kiss me quiet under the rain~   skips and pounds,
awash the tears and pain fevering my anguish,
with the July moon to stir my slothful frown,
wide-skirted trees swing demure on the breeze
their cyclic sops and bows-- a dancing clown.
Our hands clasp to spins...

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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 shop
Call this the English chop shop, loppin' slop
'til I'm atop the top makin' rounds, spinning top
slap you sops, I mean...

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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 hints of color nestle in along the crown
As lonely sighs drift across the mountaintops
A few leaves, growing tired, are drifting...

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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 pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman...

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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 the sky
and leaves nay speck of dry behind, 
the lunar orbit weeps this night
and scatters roots thy rose. 

Let us...

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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 sops your soul?
What light keeps you controlled?

What is bad poetry?
—can’t think of any

The possibilities are endless
Wasting your time searching is...

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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, she gives well off kids, music lessons, piano, guitar, and so on.
Mom is versatile in the music realm, not only...

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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 courting hacks ~
      HOrrendous cheesy chunks HUlking bits from back ~
    ...

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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 to dance,
and prance,
Around like they are something to world needs.

I miss being a kid,
I always hid,
in the best sops in...

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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 side.
Where's the fun in being dry.
To rush every moment that craves to be moist. 
Splashing in puddle after puddle.
The Infatuation...

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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 he has used 
flows again and the page cherishes 
that in its roots—
 
and produces blooms on the bed 
of...

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The trails of fog like cold entrails
that wind and slither through the copse
which shiver at the touch and sops.
A chance at vision clearly fails.

Each jutting rock: a sentinel.
A greying headstone stands alone
against the tones of verdant cone.
My heartbeat sounds like a death knell.

A silver coffin...

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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 
Rounded in life Regulations 
Surrounded  by dutiful kindness 

Obligatory Rights  in place
Holiday moods in space 
Spending the balanced...

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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 a pearly dew
to melt the frosted prints
of paws and claws....

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