Best Straight Off Poems

She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites the senses (to put it frankly) watching her gaze
pierce the...

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The sweet girl’s name is Heather
Wispy…light as a feather
She read my first rhyme
She thought it sublime
Her words bring sunny weather

Straight off she made me a fav
My little heart she did save
She liked what she read
My starved heart she fed
A boost to my soul she gave

Oh...

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The Sheriff, not a pleasant sort 
Was learning of a bad report
About a soul, Who stood defiant
And swore an oath, to topple tyrants

Who once was noble, but now has strayed 
Hell bend upon his rebels ways
In Royal Forest, made a stand
Against the laws of Nottingham

The...

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she is the sun...spraying rays of light like bullets into my body and my brain
locked up tighter than a refugee rider on a south bound suicide train
straight off the tracks 
swimming in sulfer, sweat pouring off my back
she slays and slashes burns and bashes
she comes...

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With your two feet, you’re sure to go
Anywhere from, anywhere to
Though time would pass more than you do
You’re sure that home would welcome you
Steadily sped, along each path
Slowly you move, your breadth in guard
No engine fails or fluids leak,
No rubber burnt, or tyres weak
Through harsh...

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Just North of South Carolina 
Is where this country boy was born
All I really cared in those growing years
Was the running through woods kind of fun

Those days I fondly remember 
There's no way you can bad mouth the South
With water up to our knees chasing...

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I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.


Milky Way Dairy, 
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh,...

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The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books,
Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, 
As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air,
I enter, a shiver, over what lies therefore.

There they are, the true Hollywood stars,
Scaling the walls as only starlets can do,
Boasting of their love...

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Birdsong wakens me at the crack of dawn
I try hard to get back to sleep until the early morn

Heading for the bathroom I ‘tinkle’ on the loo
On rousing I think its something that most people do! 

Straight off to the kitchen and I turn the...

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Good evening to all out there this is wabc radios late night slot call in show with your host Tom Morrow, the theme is on pesonality traits and how we percive them
not myself personally.' I am talking of the general populace, I have right at...

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Eating grapes on the vine while being carried
was once a prime example of hedonism.
Only a king could live like that,
some fat guy with a crown of laurels,
a real Julius Caesar type. 

In my room,
the storage spaces are as empty
as the amount of dirty laundry scattered...

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Here's another straight off the bat,
some people will construde this as rap.
but its much more than that...
Its a window of opportunity,
my own little immunity.
From the disease which is community.
The conformity is overwhelming,
catagorised like shelving.
We can be bought, I'm just delving...
Deeper into the conditioning,
Cos i heard!!...

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I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back into bed and pretend
Not to have heard; I could instead pretend
To fall back into my dreams. That way, 
I can...

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The Toymakers Toy

I thought once Pinocchios strings had been cut, 
his wooden body turned to flesh 
and he became ‘real’

Yet, I have been cut loose from my strings, 
only to be left feeling numb,
and raw? 

I feel as though I have landed, 
like a twig...

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MOSCOW SHOP GIRL’S ANGER

Never knew quite what wind blew up her skirt
Maybe the way I dressed or my shoe’s unbrushed  dirt
Like a woman scorned, her fury knew no bounds
Like when the fox has successfully eluded the hounds
The tongue-lashing was the first salvo in her...

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