Best Type Poems

Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick I own.

Few well paired wanderlust seek a divine pardon..
still fancy...

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We poets, writers, misfits of the world 
like artist or mystics or troubadours
use our gifts to give insight to others
we offer more pulling back the covers.

We did not fit in with most of our peers.
When young we were often taunted to tears.
We often were quiet,...

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A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.

Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent roots.

She got up and turned;
Her shampoo smelling hairs patted
On his face,
By chance.

That night on red bed his,
Fancy dress contest of...

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Can I love and will I ever feel want,
Smooth skin, soft with a perfect line.
I stand in the castle upon a sheer hill,
The castle of my own confine.

It’s a chilling reflection on water at night,
From our living, breathing full moon.
You’re my eye of the storm...

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Have an always on friend
Engage on the important stuff
Realise 24/7 is now a need
Be there, always
I need you by my side
Everything no-one else ever was
...

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Judith chopped off the head of General Holofernes, saving Israel
     She is a biblical type of Mother Mary
     Who crushes the head of the serpent, saving the Church....

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i'm up a creek

i have a paddle

but no canoe...

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Heavy snow falling
Trudging to railway station
Trains canceled again...

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all that Southern food 
butter, cream, fat and sugar 
look where it got y'all...

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My granddad was light,
But not that caramel light,
or even that peanut butter light,
but that "you sure you not white?"
yeah, that type of light.
My mama told me that back then,
when you were that light,
sometimes you wouldn't stop people
from assuming you were white.
She said Granddad was no...

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My Favorite Type of Poem

    Poetry by tradition
   must be lucid and rhythmic,
    but just for information
   syllable count is specific.
              ...

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Does your heart still miss a beat
When you get that special smile
Do you always try for him -
Just to go that extra  mile.

Do you still buy the pressies
On those very special days
And take him for an odd weekend
Of course, that's when he pays.

Have you...

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With a first sip of java I reach heaven's door
Come back to life and start soaring once more
Like a fairy type being
As I hold back my peeing
Mere mortals have rarely witnessed such beauty before...

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A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside 
Patience a virtue that seemed to slip out of reach 
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried 

I will swiftly sail for the deadly tumultuous tide 
If on the other side there is something I beseech...

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The first time we spoke for about 30 mins I knew you were trouble
That you were gonna make me break my protocols and stumble
But not stumble to fall to the ground but to fall into your hand
Now the grip is too tight and I can't...

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