Best Stories Poems

His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart can't keep the pace.
He's lived three lives, had his share of wives.
The decades have been nine.
There's a soul to bare,...

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You died so long ago
Everyone just walked away
No on even remembers you
You do have stories left to tell
So many stories no one may ever hear
Hidden behind little drawers
It would be great if someone snuck in
Checked out those little drawers
Opening one after another
Just so they can...

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I hear the bird calling at dusk
Stories told at the end of the day
Leading me to think of mine
Meandering on their way

My silence takes over with listening
I try not to skip a page
In a rush to get beyond troubles,
Avoiding a war not to wage

I don't...

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Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar 
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler

Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge...

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Interested in my thoughts?
I’m interested in yours, too
Nice of you to stop by 
A not-so-phony comment will do
It’s nice that everyone talks and leaves me without a clue
But laughs at my ignorance and preaches about the Truth
EVERYONE is flattered by genuine concern
You accept what you’re...

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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 sway,
Waving between the horizon and here
On the hill where the rocks in the stonewall,
Are capped with snow
The wind chime still...

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(Verse 1)
Gathered in an antique bowl
All the letters from their joyful life
Kneeling like prayer, she’ll stoke the fire
She’ll burn the words, they are for her alone

(Chorus)
Like unwritten pages..
Hopes, cries, dreams, sighs
Will flow out, debris after rain
Our untold stories..
Smiles, scrapes, charms, the screams
Will go out, smoldered...

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You and I 
Suicide
Never knowing what it means
To bleed
Never touching the dreams
You need 
Just bleed 

Thoughts glimpse inside
Glimpse inside the mind 
They say you’re nothing
Hide your worth
They say you’re nothing
Dead from birth 

We all want to be
Want to be
What they want us to be
We all...

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The little boy laughs as he runs, his grandfather struggles to catch him.
The little girl giggles and peeks over the pew as her mother prays.
The old woman in a veil and gloves neatly folds her handkerchief.
The man wipes sweat from his face as he lays...

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STORIES TO LIVE BY

Oh! tell me tales that lift the spirit, energise the soul
Inspire a faith that gives the strength to drive toward a goal

Let not the story of the nation be a book of shame
That current generations may seek solace couched in blame

Though there...

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Hey Tom, your heart you wear on your sleeve,
Concisely achieve what a poet does perceive,  
Surpassing discerning reporters near and afar,
Keep writing about Putin and his stories bizarre,
You remind me of Churchill, just add a cigar....

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HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN

There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it 
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX 
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next to my BABOON
Who resembles a BUFFOON!
Then there's SCRUB 
Who lives...

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I was an accomplished librarian, who took pleasure from written words,
As opera singers find their pleasure, in the halls where music is heard.

I was well matched to such absorbing work, knowing it was worthwhile,
Like stars traveling a long, long way, lending endless sparkles per mile.

I...

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Under The Cover.
.
You can never ever
Tell a book by it’s cover
As I was later to discover
The Lady in the Nursing home
The old man across the way
All have a story to tell
Hidden away
.
Some people I’ve known for years
Have suddenly touched my heart
And left me in tears
When...

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Suspense is a thing worth not knowing
Dying for the knowledge of the mystery
From novice to brainiac ever flowing,
Slipping into the dark annals of history.

Shudders at the noise of victims’ crying
Suspense is a thing worth not knowing,
Keeping chilblains on the skin denying
Revealing information ne’er extolling.

Red herrings...

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