Best Versing Poems

Oh moon, so full, so dearly
bright, You are the light 
of lovers; misty glow of night,
Dimmer than sun, his subordinate 
reflection, yet remains he jealous...

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And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.Judges 14:18b


They plowed with the heifer,...

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Section 2.

This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and...

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I I’m constantly rehearsing 
On my versing 
Never sliding or swerving
My Rhymes play
Like a wordsmith
I’m Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult
Remembering to stay humble
And claim...

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I There’s only a few things I take seriously 
One of them is writing furiously 
Cleverly spinning verses 
Inked in cursive 
Certainly no stranger to...

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Poetry 

Some intense words
Our thoughts sure do make.
The real life tales
There is nothing fake.

Some strokes of a pen
Make musical words
Like a small talking squirrel
Or a...

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can 10,000 poets, stand on the head of a pin
reading rune, reciting rhyme, a deafening din

orating from books, digital tablets and papers 
nursing versing, some...

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I was five when papa expired
Mother lost her prestige and pride
Our home melted away horribly
When the ugly cold night came,
we shivered and could not sleep.

My...

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Raised on promises ? Trip the wire where nothing remains...
An east coast orphanage and red coats, fighting for her republic
Dolls in rags their quivering lips...

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The life I'm living is really tragic,
I'm just glad I didn't get hit by static.
As these words pass through my mind,
to these funny verses is...

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Sharing with my public, sommit like a pub trick. Wonder how its done! knowing that my grubs sick. Meaning my food for thought is nourishment...

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Twisted and Expelled
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As Edgar spoke of Never More,
and the bird perched apon his door
I sat is aweing, hoping, praying
for a sign it was conveying.

Was, it...

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A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets, 
global alarm from nations once revered, 
A surge of...

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free versing is a scoreless, netless
                   ...

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*** In Simple Lines Poeetry Comes ***

(“You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life…”  ...

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