Best Suspect Poems

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but...

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Standing on tippy toes
Top shelf 
Reaching
Stretching
Finger tips edging the jar forward
Imagining the taste of chocolate chips on my tongue
Yumm mom's chewy delicious wait till Saturday...

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With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and...

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If you Really Knew Me
By Kevin Robey
Febraury 16, 2013

If you really knew me, you’d see through these lies
The smiles and laughs, can’t conceal my eyes
You...

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Emotions flooded my very soul as I viewed that Sacred Wall.
Etched for all eternity are hero's names who sacrificed their all.
I sensed that I was...

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We oft expect of others,
In most given situations,
What we ourselves would do,
For it's our inclination,

To think that we are all the same,
So we think they...

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Oops, It was an Accident

I accidentally let one loose
on a blind date with a guy named Bruce.
We went to the movies on that fateful day
happily...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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It started with a sniffle one March morn’
When on my car that telltale film appeared
And I knew well this coat it had not worn
For overnight...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken...

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Some people call it breakfast which makes me snicker and giggle
It might have been since it starts with a pancake or two
except then I add...

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Oneness… 


I was thinking of my good old grandpa, 
I loved him so much and called him Bababa.
He was my favorite person in my life,
He...

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V

Indeed, it is so far, far, far back where last I
Stood in sight of all her unnerving ambiguities...       ...

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The rainbow needs a new name. 
What it should be I don’t know.
Its name before Babel surely a song.
Shimmering, glistening, magical thing!
Outlandishly colored, and elusive....

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It seems that daddy loses ground
             when that old Santa comes around
For with...

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