Best Stanzas Poems

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when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes, lines and circles
that painted the shore
and the longer I walked
on the sand to that sea
the more the sea seemed
to get...

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Love Stanzas

I write of celestial moons and flying carpet rides, 
Of seasonal hues and rising tides. 
I write when golden sunlight fills the skies, 
And emerald hills enchant my waking eyes. 

When the aroma of thulian roses scents the air 
And wind blows the willows...

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With each life
Comes mouldable clay
Make it, break it
Or do okay

With each day comes
A slice of joy
Simple pleasures
Make our stay 

With each light
Comes a shining beacon
That beckons wisps
To come its way

With each will
There is a way
We'll then do more
Than just okay

Dedicated to my father on Father's Day...

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I write of celestial moons and flying carpet rides,
Of seasonal hues and rising tides.

I write when golden light fills the skies,
And emerald hills enchant my eyes.

When the aroma of thulian roses scents the air
And wind blows the willows like Pele’s hair.

I write of all things...

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A moment of memory still lingers here,
Lost among all the things I long to forget
Refusing to crumble into future dust
Of wasted dreaming.

Closed all the doors and double bolted hatches
Deny that one thought a single moment more
Of emotional response to that selfish hate
Carved in empty smiles.

Thirst...

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Tom said to his kitten: Don't hunt! It's hard work!
Leave hunting to others and don't be a burk
Watch me and heed me and later admire
We'll slink to the future - a far distant fire

There sat some bald apes - one cooking some meat
Fur clad and...

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Why have you abandoned me and left?
You were my dearest and most precious gift
********
We have to forgive each other 
For what we both have done
Everybody makes mistakes, I’m not a saint
Neither are you a nun!	
*******
Wow! At last! I got over you!
Has it taken you long...

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Blues
are cutting me like a knife
all the way down
down to my soul
somebody please play some rock? '?n?' ?roll
maybe if i can get up and,? ?bop and stroll
it might be balm
for these blues
cutting me like a knife

like a mill-wheel grinding me
Blues
wear me down
i am ground up...

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Descending the hill, they danced to old reels
Most composed with a Southerner's pen
Four years the blood spilled, half a million were killed
But the States were united again

Celebration complete, the Rebs left Tennessee
The young soldier said, "Sarge, no more slaves
Just one thing bothers me, they were...

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pieces of my heart, like m&m’s tossed up in the air.
cracked shells in stanzas, chocolate covered hands.
tears melt, ice cubes shatter, scatter-brain affair.
exhaustion of merry-go-round emotions, blurring of wonderland.

i sort m&m’s into rainbow strands, fingerprint hues.
search for golden words to place in picture frames.
cognitive digits,...

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(Eileen)
Your heavy heart is weary, worn
Bloody and bruised, it’s fiercely torn
To Loneliness, a vow you've sworn
To dwell in night without a morn
Come inside

To live and love, you've lost your will 
Of sorrow’s cup you've had your fill
Desire’s longing, quiet…still
Heart frozen by rejection’s chill
Come inside

Chorus
Come inside...

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*First stanza below is not mine, but the other two are meant to be 
added to it along with other stanzas (if our stanzas get chosen by the sponsor)

*Woven are these pages in poetic verse,
With bare threads of our deepest feelings,
You will find laughter, tears...

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be careful 
when you
invite new 
metaphors
into your
fresh built 
box of a poem.

a small 
house is
perfect
or a poet
that has 
few silver 
words left  
in their 
pocket. 

lower case
               is  cheaper
...

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He's so phoney in poems, moaning only,
same tone, same story,
a war he can't endure anymore that beats him sore and sorry,
exploring his core for strength absent before in writes of sheer folly.

Wanting to write powerfully like Churchill or Eminem,
but unable to create an impact as...

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Stanza 1865

Where the reeds and rushes grow
Where the forest dims the light,
How the brave lads charge forth,
How the valient fight!

Order in disorder sways,
Close up on the right,
The lame and walking wounded
With gaping holes of fright.

Raise the banner proudly,
Fair glory to be gained:
Boyhood friends are stumbling,
Brooding...

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