Best Stale Poems

Don't let life go stale

Don't let it become mundane

Change it up and up your game

Turn it around

And be spontaneous when you can

Seize opportunities

Act a bit crazy

I won't let normality phase me

I am going to find away to change things....

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Under the wind 
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds 
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes 
as fast as he can;


breath reeks of nicotine 
and of stale rum,
crooning his song 
with a gravelly hum,
the captive audience gossips 
and chews gum!...

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We are nothing but simple pawns.
We’re Pushed around by others it’s oh so wrong.
I look around with my eyes wide open.
All I see is humanity choking.
We are all lost destroying humanity.
The way we live is twisted insanity.
Let’s try something for a minute and turn to...

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Don’t let the bread get stale came about when I had this huge crush on my lil sweetheart at work. I began putting snacks in his desk, basically things I know he likes. Well, I noticed the snacks were low, but I was being lazy...

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Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth
As to bluntly say what is on my mind,
So, I shall blame the stale vermouth.
Dismay that I am so bitterly uncouth
To go through life with this sad truth,
It is necessary, I admit, for me to find
Dismay that I am...

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When we were young, 
New lovers discovering, 
Hot flesh sliding, 
It was fresh.

But now memories of before, 
Stale and settled, 
Cloud my lungs and each breath seems stifled...

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A stale fruit cake someone gave us.
That cake was less than fabulous.
‘Twas full of nuts and very thick.
Whoever ate that thing got sick.
It tasted so bad, I could cuss.

An esoteric recipe
of a relative we don’t see.
Were they seeking revenge on us?
A stale fruit cake.

If another...

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Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out...

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spoiled milk and stale cinnamon is what i feel like eating
your departure from my life has given my quite a beating
i indulge carelessly as a tribute to happier times
loneliness is creepy like an unfamiliar dirge of rusty wind chimes
my stomach complains, but my mind blanks...

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It’s raining outside
and I feel content
to just sit on the porch
and watch a squirrel
snag a slice of pizza
from a trash can

The weight is too great
and it falls in
but this is one determined squirrel

A Moliére tale
about a piece of string
intersects my thought
but that’s arbitrary

after a few...

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Hello
Something you must know
I once loved you in a way misunderstood by the social and the loquacious
If there was a way to tell you today, 
I would push myself forward and not stray or sway
However happiness has given me the `I told you so` look...

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Queen's gambit, denied
Life is like a game of chess
Waiting for a mate...

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There was but one 
                     dark chocolate tart 
left in the silver tray 
It’s cherry, pinched by passersby
       ...

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Why ask questions?        When there are no answers....

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The State of the Art (I)
by Michael R. Burch

Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?

Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?

Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are...

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