Best Sorest Poems

Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.

Through the skin of the earth there’s a massive descend,
And at the very bottom wetness may lie.
The canyon’s river...

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I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll...

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As the soft golden sun
Licked the aloe vera in my room
I felt a red sensation
Coming out in a lovely bloom

I sought to read the book
Lifted it from my chest
And look! It was a soft river
Coming to slowly into a crest

Spontaneously came whispering words
Like the summer...

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And why this curse was placed on me
base of hallow lands
and why it fell with so much glee
from lace of someone's hands

to follow me from crib to grave
to gut me once and yet to taunt
to covet me into a slave
a ghost appears but not to...

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Out-of-towners in the city,
Seeing folks go rushing by,
Seem to think it’s such a pity
Their hellos get no reply.

Small-town friendliness ‘round here
Sticks out like the sorest thumb.
In this urban atmosphere,
Self-absorbed we’ve all become.

There’s no room for conversation
With a person we don’t know.
Why allow a complication
To disrupt...

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When darkness falls on the fortunes of men
And dark clouds of shame gather about their brows
There're stars that rise deep in their eyes.
There they stand frozen
Beaming forth a message 
For the shepherd of men to seek and read.
By these stars he divines their sorest need...

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Merrilyn escorts John through the Western trudges, as strangest of strangles blocks the memerrical double
Her momentous reflection: sordid, drossy, and wide to portant throttles
As whips become kisses and fainting memories open with admittance
The sorest sense of what will
She sinks down with arms befuddled, hands secreting...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and...

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Trapped in the midst of a murky forest
traipsed across the length and breadth of jungle
None to speak of, heart turned sick and sorest
I was alone in the dark, I stumbled

Amidst the shrubs, numerous eyes glittered
they chorused"Welcome to the land of bliss"
Cute Bunnies held my hands,...

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this hour
...as diction...
airred

thee hours sauce
...is...
diction air eased

...as...
the source
...is...

thee 'soar rest'
...of...
diction airs

...eased...
from the sorest
...as...

us
...be...
diction air

...ease...
reason
...able...

this
...hour...
us


stans sand...

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At the edge of a wood, in days of summertime,
Lived Hansel and Gretel, once upon a time;
Whose dear father, a poor woodcutter,
Could no longer earn their bread and butter.
Late one night, a conversation overheard--
As from sleeping, the children had been stirred:
"We'll lose them in the...

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We never appreciate feeling well,
Even when we are sick and swollen
And hurting.

We never appreciate feeling well.
Even when we have been sick for 
Ten days with the sorest throat
We have ever had

We never appreciate feeling  well
Even after we have had shingles and
Tuberculosis and blubonic 
Plague...

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".... could not stop for death - he kindly stopped for me -
              the carriage held just ourselves and immortality."   Quote by _ Emily Dickinson

We vanish when the cosmos goes...

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The first non-funeral I ever heard about was for a relative I had never wanted to claim.
She was an evil-soul, mean-spirited, a cruel paragon of human non-virtue.
When I was a child I would have rather visited the dentist,
and I probably have the worst, sorest teeth...

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this hour soars diction air ease
of
the sorest diction err-ies
in
the source
as
diction err ease
of
the sour-assed
is
diction err re-sent
so
this hour soars as-diction air ease.


stan sand...

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