Best Unbrushed Poems

Ceaseless demands
each one a folly
To which I respond
 my answers jolly
Lesson time
Minds are weary
Endless chopping
Meals so  healthy
Shopping ordered
Food a plenty
Excursion time
To burn the energy
Fall from tree
call emergency
Lost child
Panic temporary
Sibling bickering
I Chide impatiently
Bath time soon
Wet  and slippery
Brushing teeth
No help from me
Each to sleep,
Cuddling frenzy
Stealthily...

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My mother had a box of perfumes that she wore, each one had a different thing it was for
The best days were the ones when she chose the yellow bottle that smelled like rose
When she wore it she was always beaming, with good times and...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from eyes
embedded in the bags of time.

Self-esteem abandoned in discoloured trainers.
Her contaminated cheap cider mind
still clings to the fog of that...

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She
brought with her
roasted chicken.
I opened my mouth and
shut it.


Her
sweetest lips
come to kiss mine
as her white teeth was so
unbrushed.


With
nudity
she gained my lust.
Which causes me to run 
away.


Her
present worth
a great value.
Knowing fully she is
a whore...

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My co-worker posed a theory to me
That our boss was born one hundred years later than she was supposed to be
Neither of us could exactly put our finger on why, but I had to agree
No makeup, unbrushed hair, bad teeth
As though she just awoke from...

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MOSCOW SHOP GIRL’S ANGER

Never knew quite what wind blew up her skirt
Maybe the way I dressed or my shoe’s unbrushed  dirt
Like a woman scorned, her fury knew no bounds
Like when the fox has successfully eluded the hounds
The tongue-lashing was the first salvo in her...

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By Fatmir Terziu

What could I tell a Londoner about the Fatherland? The adverts
Are copies of the unscrupulous inscriptions in tombstones,
Just as we are copies of the bestial goods,
Of our egoistic laughable thoughts,
Like fortune-telling using broken coffee-cups
which contain pieces of the phantasmagoric fates of our fear,
The...

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The best words I've ever said stayed
in my head,  the people are fine, dogs 
walking too.
The water glitters, the gulls make gull sounds.

I thought I had secrets but
God knows there's none to
be found.  I'm as wide as any 
book, smaller than the ants...

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“Seriously,” the comedienne rasps: “can we talk about coffee?!”
The palms of my feet grind the beans in my sleep.
My bathrobe ties dangle, my hair’s unbrushed.
Can of spinach don’t do much, but caffeine aroma lifts me up.


The tilt wand opens my eyes, i can barely see...

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No perfect verse
can be written before sleep;
it's better to procrastinate
than to write when your breath stinks!
No, I am not referring 
to unbrushed teeth
and unrinsed mouth,
but lots of gulping drinks!   
Even your pen swerves as a wheel of a car;
doesn't influence effects your ability
to...

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My mouth is closed shut like a zipper cemented onto a pair of light blue jeans.
You don’t have to worry,
Your secret’s safe with me.
I won’t open my lips.
I’ll leave my teeth unbrushed,
But please forgive me when I say I must eat.
My secret is safe with...

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These castle walls are cracked and moonlight seeps through, i hug my knees to my chest as
a sob threatens to break out of my throat. My skin is pale and thin; my bones stab through
my skin-nearly breaking it, I would look like a scraggly porcelain...

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Two wraiths in a gust in-between frames with a Third

...was it when i bumped into you last
           a little put out by the awkwardness
         something not willed...

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It must be a muss
This tousled up nest
My mess with no fuss
Untidy, unkept
Shabby and ragged
Rough I confess
A random done gust
Just there with no sense
They’re tangled and knotted
Dreaded, complex
Strands shoot across 
In tattered up threads
Interlocking and snarled
Entangled like mesh
Disordered, slipshod
Disheveled I guess
Springing curls go untouched
They sway...

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When my mind is lost
I'll ask her then
To take my hand 
And slowly bend
To the sounds we make
When we're alone
To dance with me
On floors of stone
From saddened gaze
I'll brush her hair
And braid the mess
I find there
When my mind is lost
I'll tell her then
To take my...

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