Best Trite Poems
A Trite and Whimsical RhymeWill you whisk me
far away
from the only
life I've known?
Can we step
into the froth
and set sail
to a distant home?
Will we travel
light as gypsies
dancing jigs
to exotic tunes?
Can you teach
me foreign tongues
as the dawn breaks
into noon?
Will you love me
so completely
no other girl could
turn your head?
Can you promise
me fidelity
upon...
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Categories:
trite, romancelove,
Form:
Rhyme
A Trite Writecliche
is hard to get
away from in writing --
your creativity's quicksand.
banal....
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Categories:
trite, funny, imagination, on writing
Form:
Cinquain
Hardly Trite For Being ClichéStuck in my head,
All of those tears I've shed,
So many times I've bled,
Now you're here in their stead.
Missing your hazel eyes,
As soft as the skies,
I'll think of you tonight;
You're all thats on my mind.
A love like ecstasy;
Who knew It'd set us free?
Others are so soon...
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Categories:
trite, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Romanticism
A Trite Nihilistic Occasion - Part OneThis doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy)
doth newt lack chutzpah,
tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear,
that ideally Fitzhugh
like custom made glove snugly,
terrifically, unequivocally matching,
thence handily solving Finger hut issue,
when or if arctic blasts cold
doggedly enveloped Gaea,
whence ...
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Categories:
trite, deep, earth, fantasy, goodbye,
Form:
TriteTrite
My thoughts,my cares , my perspective.
Only you ,whatever
That reminds me.
You don't see me
But
I do...
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Categories:
trite, identity, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
trite, allegory
Form:
Haiku
Categories:
trite, art,
Form:
Haiku
A Trite Nihilistic Occasion - Part Twoendowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless...
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Categories:
trite, absence, age, analogy, confusion,
Form:
Trite RondineCould have seduced you in plain sight,
but I don’t like to kiss and tell;
Stay down-low if it’s substantial;
There’s a cloak around every night,
we can cozy up it’s alright;
Magnetic’s not intentional,
could have seduced;
If you stick around I just might
do something nonconventional;
Admit it I’m sensational,
if your...
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Categories:
trite, emotions, feelings, lust, romance,
Form:
Other
Trite Is the TruthThe truth starts,
the truth begins,
the truth frees.
The truth does these,
the truth never ends.
The truth is love,
the truth is the key,
the truth is deep.
The truth is absolute,
the truth is beauty.
The truth is contagious,
the truth can hurt,
the truth can be hidden.
The truth can be elusive,
the truth at...
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Categories:
trite, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
How Trite We Can BeBlame me,
But I had no part in this,
You believe what you want,
Toxic and acidic,
Would you be so kind as to pull me apart?
Take me down to that place,
Where it is all too easy to take my defenses away.
My...
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Categories:
trite, lifeme, me,
Form:
Free verse
A Trite Nihilistic OccasionA Trite Nihilistic Occasion
This doodling Yankee
(boot noah dandy)
doth newt lack chutzpah,
tries to finagle Fitbit
fitting figurative footwear,
that ideally Fitzhugh
like custom made glove snugly,
terrifically, unequivocally matching,
thence handily solving Finger
hut two three four issue,
when or...
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Categories:
trite, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Trite Reprising IndignationI don't read your literature
I don't like standing in your lines
I abhorre your hypocrisy bukkake'd in a den of flies
You want originality?! I'll show you where that is
It's deep inside where you can't hide you just deny that it exists
I can't explain it it's just...
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Categories:
trite, angst, books, change, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
It Is Not That TriteSand gets grayer, melting sun
Merges into setting phase
Waves slow down their run
To the quieter pace
Gentler blows the ocean breeze
Cirrus clouds decay
Shines a metaphor of peace
In the air today
Looks like postcard type of view
But it’s not that trite
On the premise of the few
Who can...
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Categories:
trite, beauty, peace,
Form:
Rhyme