Best Wearier Poems

Angry words on humbled paper
Staring with contempt at the face of their maker
Regretting being created completely inferior
To much better poems by writers much wearier
Silently screaming and burning with rage
If he had any sense he would burn this page

Angry words are eloquent not
Spilled in weakness from...

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The lone coconut tree that dared

to lean towards the sea,

gave shade to her friends while

playing on the beach.

Running half-naked so natural

to those blossoming teens,

mother's lagoon fishing straddling

the sea so blue and pristine.

Water glistening on her bare breasts

with ti-leaves as a skirt,

father hunting in the bush,

tanned...

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Jesus, no doubt, is my hero and friend,
Till the end.
Was he perfect?  Don’t know?  But if So?
When he told the Pharisees that they were of their father the devil?
Was he sinning?  Was he hating? Such that others could mock and revel?
In their...

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I honour them like I honour freedom, liberations,
They were guests to this earth just like anyone, 
They had their own individual desires and ambitions, 
But gathered up determination and gathered their sum. 

They were guests to this earth just like anyone, 
No god, alien or...

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ALLOWED    HIM    NO   LATITUDE


Andy, professional cartographer, adored his maps,
Valued them more than anything perhaps
As any cartographer would
As  all cartographers should  -
Lovingly drawing his Italy,  boot-like, 
Old outlines of the then Third Reich,
And his Mississippi...

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Leaving what has passed in the past is partially good advice
What partially isn’t right is pasts’ manifestation as present day strife
Silenced youth now a mentally ill truth
Stranded and lonely yet still walks toward an ideal venue
Ill dreams of ill beings – 
Wakes up and is...

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My dearest Levallan,
By now I had fully intended to be miles away,
But my weary feet forbid me from moving on,
While my even wearier heart beseeches me to stay,
By now I woefully assume that you have either completely forgotten me,
Have moved on to a more receptive...

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“Grief is the price we pay for love.” — Queen Elizabeth II

What can I say about the one I loved and lost?
The eulogy of his life will not be spoken by me
for I'm too grief stricken after paying the cost
of loving. From that debt I'll...

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I might grow bald...great...(don't tear my confidence apart)
No offense, but I'm old young -
Meaning, old in heart...(in lonely, glad, mad and misunderstood states as of late)

Growing wearier 
As the years pass on by...bye...
Youth is not gone yet

I embrace notions
That being old can be good!
If there's...

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To many adulations 
Ecstatic feeling of overjoy
Joy unbetold 
The dancing
The intermittent sigh of relief.
The bringer of good tidings
Is at it again.

He works magic for the indigent,
No man was born less fortunate
But some were born luckier.

When conditions start changing
When misery has ceased
The fluctuations of resource
ebbed,
A turnaround...

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Blue kettle on the heat,
Whistle and scream,
There is no one to meet,
So release the steam.

Shiny exterior,
Now tarnished; crude,
Skeleton wearier,
Because of the shrewd.

Spilling over, it’s seen,
Begging for ease,
But to help, no one’s keen,
Silenced at every ‘please’....

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I have spent a lifetime looking down this same old road
With all the memories that it upon me, it has bestowed

I've watched as children play, and grow as some stayed
There were others who left as married, some led astray

With the old brickwork, of the houses...

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Day after oppressive day after day
   Searing heat, soaring humidity
Early I rise, before the dawn
   Evaporated the dewdrops on my lawn

Night after oppressive night after night
   Darkness' curtain drops with a thud
What little breeze there was, folds its wings
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Your outside exterior,will soon become wearier,as your own,inner poison spreads out,all through your system,for your foolish wisdom,no doubt,a big drought.You're so hollow,a pill,hard to swallow,in sadness you wollow,about.You think,you're so warm but just warn & torn,your false self,in private,you pout.You think you're renewed but you've...

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What’s a girl to do
Looking looking looking
For completion in a partial world.

Will it be under this rock,
Or along that stream
I’ll find my prince charming
In the form of a frog?

And then what,
How many kisses will it take to know?

What’s a boy to do
When all around the...

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