Best Wore Poems

~I wore your skin~

Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy

Brother, I wore your skin last night, swollen ankles
  imagery galore, vomit on the lavatory floor
A clown bleeding red, feeding lies...

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She Wore Blue Dress, Flowers Her Laurel Crown
 
She had only soft blue skies and romance
Attending angels at her beck and call
A golden life, with nothing left to chance
All her lovers came from Valhalla's halls.
A beauty, with glowing emerald eyes
With red lips begging ravishing desires
A...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery, grumbled what bad luck
like a surgical nip, without the tuck.
She'd blow cream cheese when she sneezed
and eat ram dressed as...

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She was an artist
And he wore a tie
He was established 
She needed to fly

She loved the sensations
Danced to vibrations
She wasn't wired 
For logical thinking
She learned to detect
Rules and regulations 
And steered clear
Of these situations

He was a tad bit square
Didn’t always play fair
Oblivious to the severity
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She always wore a smile
No matter where she went
You never heard the girl complain
You never heard her vent

She always seemed so happy
Helping those she could
Whenever asked to do a task
She'd always say she would

But deep inside her tender heart
She was completely broken
She hid the pain...

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I Wonder if He Wore a Fedora

He passed a few months ago.
I looked through a few pics
of him when he was young.

He grew up in the depression,
so there weren’t many.
Black and whites, no dates.
None of him smiling,
just a vacant stare,
familiar at that time,

Hand me downs...

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A girl wore a mask upon her 
face so none could see
The life she lived that had 
been so full of cruelty 
Never wanting anyone to 
gaze upon her scars
Like a prisoner the mask 
had became her bars

She would only remove 
it when none were...

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she wore the most beautiful pearls 


she 
wore black
in the night
the times i saw
her. black pearls dancing, 
singing song in her ears 
and heart so radiant her 
color to look. like black pupils 
looking through purple tint contact lens,
refracting shine from sunny seas and shores.

connie...

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It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never...

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I wore my red scarf today,
feeling sassy and full of play,
I am the epitome of a drama queen,
wherever I am there is always a scene
as I walk down the street foxy and lean....

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She wore flowers in her hair


I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life,
I decide a trip was needed,
I was told in Vienna,
the wine was sweet and the city was beautiful.

The bus picked me up in Stuttgart at 7am.
It was a...

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You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross
Yet you stared at the stained floor
I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom
The bouquet left no petal
For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang
But you remained unmoved.

I was there almost
I...

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> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems.

There talking on the radio

There talking on the radio today. 
BBC radio Suffolk, I must say.

About wearing pyjamas when outside. 
Not in bed, where you can hide.

I’ll tell you...

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Brother, I wore your skin last night
Nothing but friction, blood -dry ink
Announcing a crush "Silence by the Sky!"
Integrity denied, endangered enemy

Brother, I wore your skin last night, swollen ankles
 imagery galore, vomit on the lavatory floor
A clown bleeding red, feeding lies to those he rapes
Blades...

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When the drums beckoned from Accomgpong Town,
my grandfather run, and run, and run; 
my grandfather ran at high speed
over saw-toothed terrain
with vicious rocks hacking at naked soles, 
and blood-hounds mauling at his heels.

My grandfather wore stripes 
like the red, white and blue;
and when the hot...

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