Best Stonewall Poems

Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees
for surely by waiting we shall see no time gained greater than...

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The dust upon the old dirt road has settled
Very seldom now do footsteps fall
Most of what once was no longer lives here
All is gone except...

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I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
     ...

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The storm has passed,
Leaving behind hills covered white
The sky opens up to blue
With a shining mixture of gray and opal
Clouds scattered all around
The pine trees...

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Football, volleyball, baseball, softball, 
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . . 
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball, 
And you...

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The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 
   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 
...

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“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for...

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Let us cross over the river
and rest under the shade of the trees
for surely by not waiting we shall see 
no time gained greater to...

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This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid 
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying 
   trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed...

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A Healthy Relationship Betwixt Yourself And Only Heir

A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son 
cane across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression 
of gratitude...

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As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person...

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Many immortal words have been spoken in the heat of the moment,
During romantic settings, wars and other distressful foment!
Damsels have said, "I wouldn't be caught...

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It seems like I fell off the map on my life journey,
my path has been twisted and quite ferny;
    and beauty is...

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Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing...

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cymbals hiss like giant snakes
the bass line prowls like a panther
piano keys,? ?like monkeys in trees
chitter and chatter with mirth
the trumpeting of the horns of...

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