Best Twenties Poems

Thinking back to my teenage years
 my early twenties, falling in love 
was so easy. 

Truth was a tightrope 
of winks and smiles, 
of the...

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Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that...

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Exactly 19 years to the day, November 17th 2000, I wrote this poem for my Future Husband, Elias Proxenos.
We were sweethearts from our early twenties,...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown 
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille 
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal

Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special...

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it seems in just the twinkling of an eye
life passes by
and one's left at the brink
with time to think
before the fall 
into the great abyss
where...

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I just got through viewing
The "Hot New Poems List"
With the names of those I know
and some I guessed I've missed

I breezed right though the first...

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A wooden flute,
              I glimpsed among my mother’s treasured keepsakes in childhood. 
...

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~My Bereaving Eulogy~ 


Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected,
All the love, loss, passion and...

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I did not learn to drive until my twenties.
My two poor kids I hauled inside a wagon!
That wagon creaked when filled with groceries!
Fed up, I...

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Many years ago, when we were all young,
We really thought life, would be so much fun.
While playing dress-up, trying on mom’s stuff,
Putting on make-up, we...

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When your knees buckle,
friends walk away.
When you fly white knuckle,
filled with dismay.

When you've finally had your fill,
your family deserts you.
When you tire of picking up...

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That time of year has come again
When we reflect and remember them
Polish our boots and press our kit
Remember those fallen that didn't make it

We shine...

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With these twelve words...

art has no restrains 
there is nothing that can chain it down
no fabric that can not be broken from.

*FoRm?
>that de...pe...nd...s.<
WHAT duz iT reSEMble
fOrM...

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I wanted to love myself
But couldn't get past my reflection
or the recollection
of all my imperfections
It was so much easier 
to turn my back on myself
and...

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