Best Value Poems

Stop being so downcast!
Stop feeling so blue!
And please, stop caring about how many here like you!
On this planet we have but a short time here.
Don't you understand this basic truth?
There is nothing to fear!


Don't come here to be a comment collector.
Reply to comments for heaven's...

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There is much to be said about the value of friends
Those who lift us up when we try to make amends
A crutch to help us stand when we stumble and fall
Hit us with the power of truth, thrown like a fast ball

They offer welcoming shoulders...

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So many words l value
I will only mention a few
These are words l “try”to live by
Though not always easy to do

Life is an absolute blessing 
Though we are truly tested at times
When my value words fly out the window
Myself l must remind ….


Thankyou and Sorry...

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I am thoroughly convinced
that the value of a word
has less to do with meaning
and more about refrain -- 

sort of like, if it ain’t worth
repeating...it should not have
been said in the first place -- 

not that any word is entirely
worthless, for even the air
of a...

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All I have 
of lasting value
is my heart to give

the antiques
in the attic
just gather dust

plastics become brittle
and metal to rust

cloth disintegrates

and if sentiments on cards alone
what true value is a poem?

as museums 
need constant
renovation --  

an indentured
in and out curator --

while the heart stays...

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The Excelling Value of Algebra

By Elton Camp

Of everything that I’ve studied on earth,
Algebra proved to have the most worth.
From it don’t be led astray.
Later, you use it every day.

Whether you become a farmer or actor,
Many times expressions you will factor.
And quadratic equations are such a...

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The Value of a Life

For twenty long years my father served in the Air Force.
My mother worked at home and always stayed the course.
I was born with blonde hair; I’ve been loved since birth.
I am a white man, what’s my life worth?

I own my house;...

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Honesty is a virtue, now preserved for the immortals,
tender trust is used to propel selfish gains,
‘you have my word’ is the oldskool meaning of ‘I’m just joking’.

Comfortably accumulating debt never to be paid,
it’s easier not to commit, but that urge never lets go,
‘I promise you’...

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The friends I value most are “built” like me.
By this, I mean they much enjoy friendship’s connectivity!
They also are transparent; their authentic selves shine through.
My best friends are thoughtful. To each other we stay true.
We commiserate with one another; we are always there
for each other...

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The things that we value are lost in time
and only preserved in one's memory.
It's useless to try to capture in rhyme
as all else is changing ceremony.
I remember what it once meant to meet
or welcome a loved one at the airport.
Time spent waiting for a daughter...

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Her offerings, not of words themselves
But of her, her deep inflections
She gives us light and truth and love
She gives a soul direction

The words she pens, they’re more than ink
They’re a stem of her true being
For with the words, she allows us sight
Into the very core,...

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The sick elephant, perished at sunset!
Headline news, tears, anger, outrage and scorn.
A worldwide sadness, her baby just born!
Monies were collected, protests in the streets.
Medallions with her picture worn,ah, hearts so torn!
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A kitten walks the...

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History must be cherished, and artifacts revered even if they come from a time that is not pretty. Destroying historical statues, artifacts and literature does nothing to erase the fact that it happened. There will always be those who remember whether the statue stands erect...

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The things I value,
The things I cherish,
Are things no one else will
When I perish

Do I write a missive
Explaining the why?
Would this help save things
After I die?

This brown dead rose,
A gift from your dad,
Brings back the best night
I ever had.

This bead of pink
Once on a baby’s...

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(Bring me your bold, meek, strong, the weak.
I reside within thee all _no matter the language you speak.)

I had a talk with Jesus and he had a lot to say.
He asked me why, when given the truth many turn away.
He thought he'd left his teachings...

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