Best Unfriended Poems

All along
were you just a pretend friend
a beginning leading to a dead end
the polite one 
not wanting to offend
I've gone over and over
the things in...

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If I spoke my true mind or spoke my truth
Would you be real kind or knock out my tooth
Could you be open to other thought...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
...

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A closet hangs with ideas from Facebook posts past.
Tags still hang from pretty purchases, 
nobody tagged in posts never made.
I sigh as I struggle in...

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There was a man who did a deed,
though not of hate, or even greed
'twas innocent, or so he thought
'til everyone was overwrought

They crossed their arms...

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It was meant to be a good idea,
It was meant to make things right.
It was meant to fix everything up,
And not become a fight.

You see,...

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At the dimming of the day, 
unfriended, by his fire he stands, 
a warrior of the wasteland, 
body crippled by the elements' cruel hands. 

Wind-burned...

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When I was twelve 
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my...

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To my unfriended friend.
 I Miss You
 I miss you when day breaks and the sun in glory does shine
 I miss you when the...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old...

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From my pillow,
Illusions are unfriended.
    Each and every.

But this moon, 
    with clouds between 
she and eye...

I love illusion,...

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I’m dry; the muse has packed her bags,
unfriended me and left.
No rhymes have come to mind at all.
Of words I am bereft.

In need of verse,...

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Forget, forget, forget how to forget me not,
my tenderness, my minty breathing, my sweet nothings
and bitter anything but love that almost caught
my desolation by surprise....

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Its an old building of spires and dirty stucco 
 on Wednesdays filled with men 
 some in worn and dirty clothes that have not...

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She unfriended them
No one really knows why
Wanting nothing more to do
With members of the family
It’s quite a mystery how
She cut off her roots
Clean in one...

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