Best Tissues Poems

**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why...

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Anyday and Sundays,
breathless with the word,
anticipation - he will show up.
  It is the shout of Jericho,
    as we walk out...

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My shy moth eyes
were attracted to the beauty of your flame
The pleasure of knowing you
was worth the risk of me feeling the pain
From the hurt...

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Poetry is white lights falling upon rainbows and snow
Casual exchanges blinked upon a shared pillow
Lip prints etched inside an antiquated photograph
The obligatory holding of hands...

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The darkness seeps wet
stains on tissues of regret
inked pores secrete rain.
A blurred dust of pain
edging storm clouds all absorb
the hail of the Lord....

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Mum has been in a care home since dad died . I try to see her every day except when I’m unwell or on holiday....

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When brainwaves strive against my need for sleep,
I exercise to help my mind calm down.
When pressures get so bad I want to weep,
I do yard...

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I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched...

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In Chibok,
An IED finds it way 
Into the mind of a savage sect
And made good use of the emptiness.

In helplessness,
Some school girls are bundled up
From...

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Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then...

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It is on this day
Into his elegant horizons
Where cirrus clouds are sprayed from sunrises and sunsets
Attuned within throat of violins

An example of his concave humanity
Preaching...

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Of all the mammals living on the land,
the elephant is largest of that kind.
But if I were an elephant, I’d show
the largest also were my...

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"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."



There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were...

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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album...

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