Best Stockholm Poems

a life is a life
there is no grading scale of value
irrespective of
country of origin
or country of residence
or country of destination

a life is a life
we are...

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I miss your bones
Colliding into mine
I miss your skin
Leaving marks 
on my neck

I miss your knuckles
Bruised as they are
I miss my tears
Cascading 
down 
my 
face

I...

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chaos reigns when obsessed
bias chains do oppress
follow crumbs, they lead to you
please succumb, I'd bleed, it's true
no one will ever love you more
as I keep...

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I SHUDDER TO  THINK 

I  shudder to think about the way 
Some  vegetables are  abused every day -
With physical  and...

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The puppet pranced
The strings frayed
A jackass brayed
As poppin’ hoppys
Sat and rose
In ballet dance
Of well browned nose
Applause and “clapture”
of Stockholm rapture
A mocking strut
Of failing stature

Overseers jaundiced...

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They believed a Capitol riot could make a loser a winner,
After failing, they cling to changing facts by terror and thunder....

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~David The Gnome~ 
(Rhyming Couplets) 


Hello there dearie, my name is David the Gnome 
And this is my home, Sweet Home 
And you're most welcome...

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I've cried for you I've lied for you 
To this day i'd lay down my life and die for you
You could smile watching me bleed...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the...

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It's Hard for me to say, but even harder to realize,
That everything I see is laced in pretty lies,
It's hard for me to be, as...

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I am so tired of forever.
Seems there was something I left behind in another life.
I asked the mirror and the mirror said, 
“You can do...

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What is like to be black, my sisters and brothers?
To live in a nation where skin color makes you another.

This nation was consummated by a...

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I woke up one morning in a world full of lost things,
with no recollection of how i got there.
They curled around me and taunted me,...

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My beautiful lady
Wields a mean katana
And you dikeledi
Don't love your rapist
The stockholm syndrome...

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C’mon up the porch ‘n sit a spell.
Pull up a chayah ‘n give your dogs a rest.
Wanna beeyah (some call it beer)? Mountain Dew?
Lemme tell...

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