Best Unsupervised Poems

There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light,
amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright. 
There were no misleading traffic signals,
halting our ride into the mysterious nights.
A shimmering candle was the spark of truth within-
reflecting intuitions that guide through confusions.
Life was...

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When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
        that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme...

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Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite.
Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating.
Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck.
Parched lips beg to hydrate, 
but 'Jeptha Creed' increases the intensity.
Thunder rumbles through my body,
as lightning strikes in 'desert storm' flashbacks...

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The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23
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The Unsupervised Stop Sign

STOP!
Red lights flash crimson warnings
As arias of bloodred omens swirl about
My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs
Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion.

SLOW DOWN!
Before unattended bowers of simpering weeds
Teach my mindless feet of snares and waiting snakes
While...

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Unsupervised stop sign telling me not to go
On the other side I could join the devil's flow
Gliding through the night all my darkness in tow
But I'll wait here, because I know what I know

Don't cross the line, don't cross the line
Quit listening to the twisted...

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There they were, resting before me
black orbs with a layer of white
surrounded by glass
an invitation if ever I saw one
I reached my hand out in defiance of the rules
wanting to devour them, unnoticed
suddenly I stopped...
the thinly veiled threat of punishment
rang in my head
"Don't touch the...

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Written: October 25, 2023, For Craig Cornish Contest
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The world is wailing with wantonness
every time feelings and fists...

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Many years ago,
girls wore girdles.
The tight uncomfortable things,
they held one in tight.
One summer's night,
I snuck my girlfriend out.
We were off on a double date,
a night of fun and laughs.
Her date found her girdle,
the unsupervised stop sign....

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The bosses are not here today.
Do I have to work for my pay?
Ceiling tiles need counting.
They are in Florida for 'business.'
I've a week to clean up this mess.
We work hard, partying....

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The lure of the inky depths
of the dark web...
too much temptation
for innocents out for a good time

Were they foolhardy 
or simply naïve
sadly for them
unsupervised 
there was no stop sign

I guess they couldn’t resist
the attraction of illicit drugs
posted through their door
by an unsuspecting mail man

Grieving parents
still...

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They rode to matches in an old school bus.
The rookies at the front, old players in back,
the coach, by the driver, "she's one of us!".
Wore team colors out, came home wearing black.

An ice hockey team, the pride of Humbolt,
met a 40 ton semi that just...

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  Purple spots buzz by
  Chatter inside his head
  The air is quivering and thick
  - no rush
  "Stretch out your tongue"
  "why, give me seven reasons"

  Blessed cogs
  on the grandmother clock
  a legacy from...

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When you tell little ones, "Stop taking all the toys,"
then you don't watch to see if they obey~~
when you instruct your school-age girls and boys,
"Stop now. Do chores and homework before you play
more games and talk to your friends," but you never
check to see what...

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The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of belief’s flickering flames
The carnage of conscience
Waiting for the light to change....

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(A gangster rap)

Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate, 
Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate, 
In the hood's wild west, where rules bend, 
That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend.

No law, no authority, it's a lawless land, 
But that sign, it's a symbol,...

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