Best Subpar Poems

Belly up to the table, our soup is well liked.
Just don’t drink the cool aid, I think it’s been spiked.

Come and get it while it’s...

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Friends, fellow poets and countrymen, please lend me your ear.
I do not live in Australia, and I wish to make that perfectly clear.
I will not...

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It is pointless to write with dull pencils
When a pen keeps the sheep safe at night.

And water can flow from a hole in the ground
As...

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I read a poem when but a youth
    That inspired me to something simple see
    When I was young...

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Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

The late John Sidney McCain III,
     now flies with Arrow Smith,
     Babbitt,...

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from conscionable, fashionable, 
and inimitable laudable official,
regal unequivocal x all did (re: exalted)
gratuitously justifiable management, 

this citizen banker does hint intend zealous altercation, 
but bestir...

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What gratitude is of greater reprise,
Appraisal sought within four wall confines.
Yet tests congure my personal demise,
Subpar intelligence is redefined.
Determined only by pure blood descent,
Whose family...

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December.

My coldest winter ever.

My slow descent
into destruction,
my epic battle with the devil.

Thought I’d never meet her.

Wondered
if I would make it out.
Got so used to being...

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Sounds of something somewhere sound so absurd
    Silence in the section of the unspoken spoken word

    Seriously over sensitive...

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I am a diamond
In the rough, I start
Like a chip left short, 
My subpar anatomy
I will not be defined by
What sparkles in the light
The dark...

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Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living...

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Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements...

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This is written in defense of the contest sponsors who are being disrespected by a 'poet' who feels his entries were not judged fairly. In...

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From a teen of 14 until this year 2020, I'd say that I had a secondary sanctuary. Being secondary does not by any means place...

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The night sea makes the stars ‘my private universe’
And yet, one feels the multitudes gazing the same way
Kneading thoughts of multiverses staring in reverse

Enchantment on...

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