Best Vented Poems

What seems now old 
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told 
We cease to over chew
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All that is old hold a treasure 
If only we all knew 
Just weigh and measure 
Under the veil a unique hue
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Out of memories we grow 
Been taught lessons...

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A letter to my wounds,
fragranced with powdered incense,
every word woven from carnelian ink,
beauty lies in the readers heart,
bruised syllables define nothing,
when everything phrased and vented,
are mere signs of bravery, 
flowing in eloquence. 
So, see beyond vague verses,
crafted from mystical metaphors,
and sanguine similes,
there streams,
truth of a...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along with these titles:

The Sound of His Breathing (Written about my husband. It won in a competition)

Sorting through the worries in...

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REMNANT
The Book of Prophecy was open to a silent page.
Tis she thought of the biblical generation in forty stages.
Her heart she hears.
In this life that Ora lives, she has fought for wisdom to ensure longevity.
Salient she sits looking out in the sunflower fields.

The vented darkness...

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Little Jessica was six years old. Her mother walked her to school
everyday and she would pick her up from school and walk her home.
   As Jessica and her mom would walk to school, Jessica's little friends
in her class would pick on Jessica. Saying...

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My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!

Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie...

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~Harridan in a Housecoat~
Four small children sent for care as their mother was taken so ill
No father could they reach for them so they were sent off at someone’s will
In the night taken from their beds, no word spoken, hearts full of dread
Taken to a...

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet...

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An empty room was the scenery to his death
Not a single living soul was present to witness the events that took place
A sliding door covered with a mirror spoke back to him with his own reflection words spoken and breath
A change he saw in the...

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The birdie whistled
A wet and wild song;
Damp feathers bristled.

Wild song, rain-scented;
Trills of petrichor,
With flapping, vented.

Petrichor afresh.
A hot steam, released.
Buds unfurl-refresh.

Released melody;
Shines sweet bluebird’s wings
In storm’s brevity.

Bluebird’s wings fluff bright,
As the sun billows,
At the beak’s delight.

Billows, of warm tweet
And zephyr, compete.
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One day I birthed you into this land
We watched you grow as we held your hand
You sucked your fingers during those years
Then you brought your parents many tears

I cried because I didn’t understand
All these hardships were not in my plan
The choices you made were not...

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Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective 
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad...

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Of The Famed Labors Of Hercules
ninth poet, poet dedication series, Emma Lazarus

Through Time's mesmerizing and meandering paths,
Colossus of heroic worship rightly praised,
He that vented his strength and fought with half-god wrath;
Mighty Son of Zeus, his feats that this world amazed,
Carved in stone, sculptor Vincenzo de’...

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In the garden of poems percieved,
my dreams are plucked from ideals.
Placed on the pages of creative seeds,
where friends meet to read and spiel.

Watered images grown very tall,
patterned to my bidden ages.
The dreams for sages large and small,
paid down and read from silvered pages.

Growing in rows...

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I was like a piece of paper
I was smooth and crumple free
And then a man did pick me out
And scribbled over me.

And then when he had done his work
He took me in his hand
He crushed that piece of paper, me
I didn’t stand a chance

Then came...

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