Best Waterworks Poems

look into
the eyes
cries within 
the soul
as feelings abort
drops of emotions
as hurt falls down
the child inside

vunerable and weak
in a collection
of the many faces
from years gone bye
upon...

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BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
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My beautiful hair is now turning grey -
a sign of age that I cannot deny.
But I’ll fight it until my dying day …
I have huge...

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I once dated a chef …
I was worried about getting a bun in the oven
But when I saw him mincing across the kitchen
I knew I...

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At times we all need a good cry,
To let loose what's been bottled up inside.
A single tear is all it takes to release the hurt,
The...

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I feel the rain
Flowing down my face
Reminding me of tears
on my etched skin tracing
My spirit looks forward
But my brain is backward facing
It has been oh...

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Wagari Maathai,
Boldness,eagerness,harmless
Was for a benefit,
Through melancholy,
You paved in,
To nail down the,
Green glamor.

You turned into waterworks,
When the cut down
Was on process.
Jubilant than ever
when germination flourished.

Likes tots
You...

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My Monster  After I Count  to  3
 

I really try to keep my cool
When children run around and they are not in...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a...

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They did not lie to her,
that sickly sweet girl.
The adults were right all along.
If she looks beneath the squeaking springs,
she will find me here.
In the...

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Melodrama Tears of Purple Passion

Tears of purple passion rend the cloak of my soul in a sob act as
Sobbing rain rips apart the sinuous threads...

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TEARS

Tears as we tumble from the womb
And into the cold, cruel world
Already a sensing of longing
For the warmth and comfort left behind

The pattern is set...

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Where's my keys, I'm late for work
They should be on that shelf
If you've moved them you're a jerk
I'll look for them myself

So...

I've turned the whole...

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This part

the debut

of my golden era

So many years

of labor from

but a child

continue

The senses fade

Waterworks rush

to precipitous edge

as I study the fall

and its consequence

My eyes are...

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The Archer’s arrows find their aim again,
And mocks the sting the Scorpion left behind!
That stubborn Goat will keep the season's pain;
And introduce new hopes by...

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