Best Style Poems

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

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Dreams of India

Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.

I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her...

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you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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Island Spirit

Palm trees are swaying island style
Within the gentle trade wind's flow,
As Egrets glide on salty air—
Then land where verdant grasses grow.
Breathe in sweet scents...

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Stop in your tracks

Take a deep breath
Stop and relax

Close your eyes
Exhale a slow deep breath

In your mind’s eye 
It’s early dawn
It’s quiet and serene around...

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Paint me blue like the sky
rainbow's smile; thunder's cry
clouded curtains rife with rain
till shroud is lanced and bluebirds fly again
     Wistful...

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*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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I saw a praying mantis as I went about my day
The brightest green, the coolest form
and I just had to say

“Please tell me of your...

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Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone? 

A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm...

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You were sly with your wanton  stare 
How you seduced me with only a look
Neither classic nor found in any  book
Unique to you it...

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In the endless expanse 
of what exists
and the magic of what can be...

fantasy is the luster of opalescence

conceived in a continual curve of mother-of-pearl panache...

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The child is a poet with innocent eyes
		And a bumpity A-B-C rhyme,
		A dancer whose feet with the rhythm of life
		Move in jubilant one-two-three time.

		The child...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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Ordinarily I lie in my bed
mentally grasping for any slender thread of slumber
which I can possibly find to cling to!
But there was one time -
a...

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