Best Sponged Poems

Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled 
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous...

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I look up at the ebony, starlit sky…I’m gravity-bound…I’m awestruck 
& I don’t know why I feel stuck in place…I’m searching all over the place…the 
only thing I seek and prize is your striking face…but, my young heart is slowly 
breaking apart at the seams…I...

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The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.

'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger...

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“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown”

That man built a house 
of straw and sticks
and the stories that burned within -

all consuming the titled prize;

like a bird 
sings a song
the metre repeats and sticks.

yet, another banner, 
belies an untitled grimm feast 
for sore...

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a storm is brewing
dark hordes bristling to descend
dissenting thunder

coalescent scouts
in tentative teams essay
sun-parched earth awaits

sizzle of drizzle
pheremonal petrichor
harbingers of hope

cool breeze in the air
their work done, drops sponged, expunged
the deluge follows


Written 15 April 2016
First line changed from "storm clouds in council"  to meet contest...

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Though I've created my own Egypt
Doing things as if God does not exist.
Could not wait for the unknown.
I'm burning with passion, inflamed with lust. 

Just! Because sin is the matter in the heart.
I was told the lies that are almost the truth
My mind sponged sinful...

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On a sweat sizzling and scorching summer day,
I sponged my eyes with chilled water and said good morning.
I showered my mind with new notions and greeted every minute.
I sauntered to living roomand took a lanky broom.
 
I brooded up the walls
And boomed to my pals
We...

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How do I deserve the treasure
Of your nightly presence,
Holding me, welcoming me
To this bed that we share,
Where cares of the day
Are sponged away by downy comfort?
Never have I experienced such
Freedom in a relationship.
Receptivity is your middle name,
Giving to me is your essence.

My Love, who first...

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My never ending
     search for whatever
     this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
     write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
     staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"

  ...

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Banal secrets…


Just another night.
He leaves 
a bagful of snacks, 
cans of emptiness
scattered on the lumpy couch, 
in front of the tube 
now broadcasting 
a series 
on those who are yet to return, 
the traceless ones
the lost ones. 
	
The verandah on which
he comes out at night
comes...

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a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals

optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed

nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached...

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Wet on wet washed sky
Back lit foliage sponged dry
Red dirt shows through white 


By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not her worth
I write....
Sponged in sadness, sopped in madness
overly concerned with...

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At the beginning of my shift at Like Home Inclusive Care,  I always check in on Miss Rosa first. I usually check her vitals and get her ready for her breakfast.
She was one of my favorite residents. She was a petite woman with a...

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Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid,
vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care.
Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played
a sad tune of which I was unaware.
Some had the means, even possessed the fare
to transport them to towns with better care.

I passed the huddled poor,...

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