Best Strain Poems

“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~  ~  ~ in the rain”

While dreary dawn, dazed, awakens in pain
Trapping blushed morning in languid ravine
Within the fog the distant mountains strain

Darkened is design sketched on golden...

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We of the Convict strain

A hundred and twenty years ago
Australia had it's several classes
There were we of the convict strain 
Mates would stick, just like molasses
The Deported Irish and us Con's
We sort of fit together
We kept our mouths shut
When Traps came about
We knew which nest...

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Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.

Strong in my...

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Happiness reigns but not when it rains
Strange language, this english, it's hard to explain
A doctor can save your life
Doctoring the truth leads to strife
So if you don't know english, it's a strain on the brain...

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Brain strain – A kitchen adventure 

Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops
Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites
in a vast array of colors, wickedly smooth and hard as rock (go figure)

Silverware sings like wind chimes on the tile floor,
cast aside...

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I strain my legs in a struggle for seat
Each time on the stairs that weaken;
I strain my ears to catch the words
In the large room as they speak un-amplified;
I strain my hands in the awkward posture
the wordy words to keep in white:
I strain my eyes,...

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Here's a question you guys might answer

When considering a quatrain or a narrative

The response to a narrative wins hands down

Could someone explain the reason why

Forever I've thought poetry always meant rhyme

Since grade school way back when

Apparently I seem to be living in the past

Coz narratives...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions of miles of neurons
Just to make a stain
My marrow is strained in such a glorious fashion
In attempt to produce even...

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more stress, more pain
its hot sunny, it never rain
I have loss, hardly a gain
for sure i am soon running in sane...

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Black coffee, hot baths and champagne,
With pleasure and without any strain,
Do you more good
Than exercise would
And save you all that running and pain.

(Says so here, so must be true : https://fee.org/articles/the-lazy-millennial-guide-to-avoid-exercise/ )...

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Happiness reigns but not when it rains
Strange language, this english, it's hard to explain
A doctor can save your life
Doctoring the truth leads to strife
So if you don't know english, it's a strain on the brain...

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In many of ways–so too–in many of features
when your former look reached my soul 
by first-rate time up a park sit out;
very clear my mind might reminding
then, of the way that dressed rain day gonna!

In the spaces was allowing befogs concrete
touring from the western upon...

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Elmo Strain

1917  (one day)

On the cusp

Of deliberate morning,

I saw the mysterious light.

I saw the grace of one day.

It was but a momentary specter.

And I was rich for an hour!

It held me in its warm essences,

It dangled me for one flashing hot day.

One single day...

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Pain is a cruel and vicious thing
That grips us tightly in its sting
It gnaws at us both day and night
And makes us tremble with its might

It starts with a twinge or a throb
And quickly turns into a sob
It grabs hold of our very soul
And never...

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When I was born, who would have thought
I’d grow up to be ruled by a clock.
Clocks mock dreams while hours gawk - 
clicking off our minutes, letting seconds go - -
		
		Did I turn the coffee and iron off,
		remember drops for my cough ...
		oh, I don’t...

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