Best Tagged Poems

I’m a young boy 
A single mother’s son 

I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death 
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea 
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise 

I’m...

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The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste

Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink...

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After reading your comment to Sharon so true
I decided oh yes, I must tag Phyllis to

”Tag game” is about people sharing their heart
It would sure be special if you shared your part

It seems sometimes we just run out of time
Remember when a phone call cost...

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She is the cloud’s savior (coming
      like silver linings across a long, and desolate sky);
a violet’s heaven (watching
      her purple, while guiding the steps of eager spring feet
away, from the un-noticed)
    ...

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There once was a Santa from Nome.
From house to house he did roam,
When done he stopped for a beer
And some friendly Holiday cheer.
Alas…… he couldn’t find his way home.


thank you Carolyn..lets see what the chef can come up with......

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Great day in the morning
All poets take warning
Cause this man is hoot hollerin' fun
He says he's a senior
But by his demeanor
His youthful spirit will not be out done

So Daver it's true
We can learn much from you
For life doesn't end as we age
So youth watch out
When...

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Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme;
balladeers who weave with lines a tale;
satirists and bards of the sublime,
and troubadours who sing a light rondel.
Will my muse appear to me and show it?
That place I long to be, where they all dwell. . . 
and I'm with...

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I'm reserved..Don't say much...
I'm shy..but confident as well..
I don't Express b/c I feel lurch...
When my own said thoughts make my life hell !!

My thoughts are pure and I know that!
You make me feel like I've made a mistake...
Mistaken..In choosing you from the lot!
Mistaken...b/c my emotions...

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his words come trough with such fierce emotion

a strong brother with pride and devotion

he writes from his heart and when he starts

he continues till the ink runs dry

sticking to his beliefs and holding his heritage close

he injects us with another dose of reality

we tend to...

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young buck, half buck, maybe two buck duo
maybe troubled like infamous Dutch painter
maybe a whole gang'a bucks that you know 
shakin' cans for markin' their container

a mark of art - some meaty graffiti
you see it's in the eye of the beholder
some show as crass trash...

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family reunion
the young playing tag
with our memories...

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Admired some artwork on somebody’s walls
And noticed that tags were attached.
I thought that the gallery’d left on the price,
But an answer was quickly dispatched.

No, those paintings have claimants, so after we’re gone,
Our grandchildren know what they’re getting. 
They’ve made their selections so no one will...

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Hey diddle diddle
We poets that fiddle
With poems that jump over the moon.
But sometimes we blunder
She still claps like thunder
And soon we are smiling a tune.
Like little Miss Muffet, 
Laurie Ginn on her tuffet
Brings smiles with each comment she's made
Collecting her wits,
With humorous bits
Jay Leno would...

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Two thin tangled medals
sway in the rearview mirror 
of your dirt-caked Jeep. 
Indented identification 
on polished silver surfaces
clang together a constant
reminder in your ears. 

I heard the anecdote once,
landmines and folded flags. 
My eyes began to fall 
on hints of gray
in cropped hair,
flat-lined lips 
and...

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Michul Jordan you’re Tagged Mate !


Wots all this
I sed to meself in me wurst Inglish accent

Gorblimmey and lummy
Gimme a pint uh tea
An a cup uh beer

Wots all this ere then

Gotta be a riddle dum dee dum didle

Nah scrap that wherez me giunt flippin rubber
Can’t make...

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