Best Wormed Poems

After all these years, we've weathered many a heavy storm
Now my life is empty with no one to keep me warm
Bitter tears I've sadly wept,...

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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were...

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When I was young, I took ballet
or in the sun with friends I'd play.
but once in school I learned to read,
on stories I began to...

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Walk out to ocean, this stony pathway,
Folk story declare, twas a snakes byway.
Climbed from sea, wormed onto the hidden cave,
Men explored and commune, the knowledge...

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The old widower kept a tidy yard.
Bright flowers -snowball hedges,
a sparrow house and apple tree
gnomes chasing ceramic frogs
pinwheels spinning sunlight
round and round silver dreams.
He put...

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(The writing exercise was to choose three poetry cliches and make them fresh)
(back stabber, after my own heart; and a soul of discretion; maybe more...)

He...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly...

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Winter wears on my patience.
Dim dreary days – the grey
grinds and grates the spirit. 
Sleet slushes the street.

I don’t even ask for spring.

Grant me a...

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Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
from that of an old soul, from pure...

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Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing,
but begged life to bestow her something.
Blistered blue when life barely listened,
she began buying bargain fiction.
By and by, she believed she’d...

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What’s that infuriating hum,
		that droning, distant, low-pitched sound?
		No one can find its origin,
		but maybe’s and I-think’s abound.

		In my small rural area,
		not all can hear this...

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Thinking I knew you from your smile
you wormed your way in with guile
my bete noire*, my bogey man
long of tooth and without a clan 
I...

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Bastille Day for Real
Jean Val Jean French "Mensch",
Rescued "Freres" From a Societal Trench,
Confounding the Monarchy With a "Monkey Wrench".

Marie Antoinette's "Let Them Eat Cake",
Only Inspired...

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screwed.bumped.bruised.fingers caressing a flossy silhouette which happens to be a cup of
brewed coffee.savoring its stunning richness while helplessly  drowned in sincere fondness
from its hypnotic...

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Not long ago did I meet her
She was like an angel
draped in tight fittings and sweater
She walked with the most graceful gait
and smelled so nice
In...

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