Best Up To Par Poems

It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it shows
In what you say
In what you write
The sarcasm hidden under the sweet
The hate clothed in happy
And yet….
It’s there
For the discerning...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode
Hurting others but
Killing your own soul

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it shows
In what you say
In what you write
The sarcasm hidden under the sweet
The hate clothed in...

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A descension of value bows night scenes,
the purple canopy edges its hoist,
spirits cool Platte River to lose its sheen,
Nebraskans wake to clarion fields voiced.
A loyal guest calls, it's the Sandhill Cranes,
dancing lessons, fields fattening corn orts,
pecking and choosing established campaigns.
Last state, go afoul, -- a...

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Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet

The Prismatic Self

See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute...

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Had an old-time New York day – 
Took the bus to see a play.
Understudy for the star – 
Still, the show was up to par.

Dinner in a lovely place – 
Food and beer we could embrace.
Friendly waitress and, a plus – 
Cool young couple next...

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Here I sit a thousand lonely miles away from you,
Knowing to be with you theres nothing I wouldn't do.

When I someday see your face I'll know I'm finally yours,
The day when we close the distance between these shores.

Everywhere I turn I'm finding something new,
It feels...

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I hired a robot
To write poems for me
Now I'm able to rhyme
In modern technology 

Though his imagination
Isn't quite up to par
The relaxation I get
Outweighs it by far

From 0 to 1
To 1 0 1
He likes to write 
In binary bytes for fun

As long as the rhymes
Keep...

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This place is full of wonder, full of great sites
A walk in the blissful rays of colored lights
Take me by the hand and pleasure my sensory
Tickle my nose with the smell of your fragrancy
Your tranquility calms me to a state of awe
I could look at...

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He seemed an ordinary boy
until he found the supreme joy
of snowboarding, made it an art
in which no one can take a part
without recalling Craig, and how
he was the start of all that’s now.

He is recognized by his peers
as one of a few pioneers
who brought snowboarding...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this face
This face that has flat fallen
Tired of looking like this...

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Poetical Journey Of Pizzaz

Apple Blossom Orchids are spreading across my grandmother's land like a whiZ
Zestfully all around one's earnest expectations like the smallest of fleA
Bites a person's imagination like they're singing a song and plaY
Years from now they try to express themselves and find and...

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They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,

All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood occupants are tee'd off like it's golf time,
So your game needs to be up to par
because to the jails and...

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Who’s on top? 
Really, 
You didn’t know that it’s a contest?
After all,
There can only be one 
Poet Laureate can’t there?
Both’s fingernails are bleeding,
Both’s knees are scraped and scabbed,
Both sweating profusely from the strain
Of climbing the sheer rocky face of passion,
Their injuries mostly self-inflicted.
(All poets are...

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He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.

He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can...

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My Kind of town

My town may not be up to par
It may be leagues below most towns by far
May even seem rundown to some earthly clowns
The people here are quiet folk
Our fine citizens have no dogs to walk
Although a few may be seen strolling along
With...

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