Best Stains Poems

Each day Annie Lesley opened a can
Her eighty-six-year-old hands trembling
As she sat with her cat and ate pet food
What is wrong with this elder’s rendering?

Pride...

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Part I: Ice

He shines like silver midnight moon -
cool marble statue, this tycoon.
And though he makes the ladies swoon,
of ice he’s hewn; of ice he’s...

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Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion...

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I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains...

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My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many...

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guilty as charged
i stole it tall
every consonant 
every vowel
every word
every sentence 

plagiarized 

the ocean
in its unique shades of blues and greens
combined and blended to create
its...

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i am no longer
lost in the labyrinth
of your twisted mentality

i kiss the lips of freedom

once you drove
me insane in the brain
now stubborn stains wash away

i...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight...

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Time keeps crawling
Time thaws fleeting days 
Days with daisy hope
Days where you fall
Fall to rise again
Fall in perfumed dreams
Dreams forgotten
Dreams lost in silence
Silence that sings
Silence...

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angel wings

With every breath I take my body aches, 
When I lie in bed I feel my insides hurting.
With every reminder brings me pain.
No more...

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Dark red was the bouquet in white gloved hands
foreshadowing the scarlet stains of dread.
If yellow be the rose of Texas land
why not give her the...

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Her persona is like 
a portrait 
   of picturesque perfection,
embalmed in 
  bittersweet lavender, 
unseen within depths 
of tributaries of elixir.
If only...

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I'm afraid
So afraid
Of being arrested
By the thought police

Their rules are many
Think this
Think that
Don't diverge from the normal
Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow
Let sleeping...

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Shades of Poe , Speaketh


Shades of Poe oft run in my veins
dark, dirty little splashing stains
No Raven stirs my battered heart
nor any signs on my...

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My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.

My angst at...

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