Best Worn Poems

By the light of a window sits an old man, his pennies he does count.
His hair is gray, his eyes are old, and there’s little in his bank account.
He has lived his life by the book of what is good, kind and just.
He had some...

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Ragged thoughts marching like stoned centipedes.
To the slag heap of the lost.
Intertwined with eternity's brine.
Waiting to reunite with meaning.

A lightning strike- mind o fire.
Insomnia rapes the dream.
Splay the centipedes across the page.
Like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
or twitching feet in a gyrus maze.


The destiny of...

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worn-out dreams and briny tears
 
hung upon the moon
 
sorely borne from long-held fears
 
they lit the night of June
 
with silvered light of sour notes
 
that echoed from her soul
 
and fell as rain to lie in moats
 
around the life he stole...

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Loneliness is the cloak worn on the door
by the wooden porch steps
that hang like shadows from the house that cried
paint flakes drip from the sill of a shattered window
    like falling tears
that come from the weathered whispers of emptiness
which has torn its...

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War torn

World worn




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At the end of life, in a worn shoe lies the story of 
a man's life written by foot:
At its tip we see lashings of the million journeys 
he attempted, 
And in its emptiness the stinging image of loss.
Its fine style recalls the happy eyes...

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Ive worn out these old cowboy boots to walk an endless plank of timeless dreams, you leave no trace except a tread mark of my broken heart.
I bare these wrinkeled scares to spare a portrait of this old town and country! I dared to go,is...

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"The Heart Worn Lips"

She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things

the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like...

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Soar through the night sky
Ye Starlings with tattered wings.
Paradise awaits!...

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I tap out the rhythm and the blues
While wearing these old worn out shoes


Any New Rhyming Couplet Contest...

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“We made the spring cut!”  Said Rose the tattered gown.
“I was worried for a while, till she pulled me from the toss pile.”

 
“You’ve still a lot of wear left.”  Said Bea the threadbare robe.
"She likes how soft you have become, so you’re...

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WE WORN A RACE

Sited around the fading fire
With broken wills and glowing shame
They walk the  darkness
Burden with stiffened hopes 
They trudge ahead 
With a shorten vision
They soon lost the sun
With no dazzling rays 
And no mingling heat
They settled in a long struggle
Amidst so much...

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"The Worn Veil" 

Inside 
the silence tolls
echoes are felt in 
the listening heart

the silence tolls 
in the empty place 
the listening heart 
opens gate

in the empty place
messages subliminal
open gate 
ushers notes sound 

messages subliminal 
penetrate waking walls
ushers notes sound
the worn veil is torn 

(LadyLabyrinth /...

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I am horse
Ride saddle 'pon my back
O'er plains of outer space or
O'er wishing grounds
My spit shine for a baker's bet
Wood is shrieker
And father my horse
Lay amongst the wary
And tell the hunter
Who's skin you enter soundly
Tell to him thy name;
Thy name is horse!...

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Consider yourself on the tip of my tongue
Daring to be told and toxic to taste
To swallow the words and account as waste
Would injure my mouth until it grew numb
Notice me residing under your thumb
Violently push and crush me into paste
Scrape the remains to colour me...

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