Best With Pity Poems

"Give me words,
Thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words
For
A poem I wish to write
Not any poem
But
A masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring poet shouted, and
then in a lower voice added:


"Give me:
Nouns, pronouns, adjectives, adverbs,
Determiners, qualifiers, distributives, prepositions,
Infinitives, gerunds, participles.

Give me verbs:
Regular and irregular, transitive...

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The Sounds of Silence
By: Simon & Garfunkle

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings it loud, she sings it strong,
walled in where she does not belong.

For not unlike her maddened mind,
her bony body’s been...

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GROWING PAINS

It’s all about pain, frustration, tears. Fears, it’s all about fighting temptation
Watch the sun rise and set to the darkest thoughts of contemplation
My heart smiles not, my lungs laugh not to restoration
My light shines not it dims even the most vital motivation
From the day...

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Panting in low moans
Meandering through dense brush
Shrouded by evening sky above a forest

Crystallized by frozen branches
Oaks, maples, pines
Coffin wood encasing icy earth

The amber-eyed predator’s fur
Damp and matted
No prey in sight as hunger grows

While creatures huddle with their clans
In feathered nests and sheltered lairs
She trekked on...

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"Time to take the Soup off the stove,"
   a little birdie whispered in my ear:
'Tis the Sabbath Queen that's drawing near." 

But the Soup's not done, I dared to say
   in an unpoetic, defiant way 

The little birdie just looked at...

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Old crone, please tell me your secret.
Give a taste of your magical brew.
Whisper the herbs I must gather.
To mix up your potency stew.

A mere mortal born, I am helpless,
Unless you will lend me some power.
What ever it is I will drink it,
No matter how sweet...

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"Give me words, thousands of words,
I offer my kingdom for words, for I wish a
poem to write.
Not any poem but a masterpiece of a poem!" The aspiring
Poet shouted, and then in a lower voice added:

"Give me:
Nouns, pronouns, adjectives, adverbs,
determiners, qualifiers, distributives, prepositions,
infinitives, gerunds, participles."

"Give me...

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Etchings upon my heart, so profound in time
These hues, colored so bright, bringing out an array of light
This love, in healing softened my existence and allowed me to trust 
Yet sad, as we parted for the differences were evident and pained;
pained by the physical was...

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Nothing hurts me now, been the one to fall, painless, no feelings for my friends, not caring for the family
I once died for, another mind, another perspective, nothing holding me back, my time wasted building a life, 
now is gone, breaking every promise i now...

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His ribs jutted out,
His body was gaunt.
A living skeleton,
A sight that would haunt.

He drank from muddy waters,
And ate the dirt of the street.
He walked on cracked hooves,
His body was cold, without heat.

He came to a little cottage,
After wandering up a dusty road.
The starved horse was...

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I look at the green crocodile balls placed in handcrafted bamboo basket
They look ripe and tempting.
The snake skinned vendor looks at me with hopeful eyes
His turtle legs skin with every vein visible is a testimony of many days of hunger
He wears a wrinkled robe of...

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They say life is short;
I say it's not short enough...
And the rainbow after the storm
is just another fairy tale.
Sure, when one door closes
another door opens...
But who's to say what's on the other side
will turn out to be good?
Those attached 
lust after the freedom of not...

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Spirit of the Navajo
How hard life has become
Reciting prayers of long ago
Alcohol an escape for some

How hard life has become
Water is a scarcity
Alcohol an escape for some
Look at them with pity

Water is a scarcity
Wells will soon run dry
Look at them with pity
How could one not...

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THE DOGWOOD TREE


Legend says of the Dogwood tree
That on it, Christ was crucified
His blood was shed for you and me
When the soldier pierced His side

The blood that ran from His feet and hands
And the crown upon His brow
Was all a part of God's great plan
Two...

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