Best Wouldn Poems

Phobia

Once in Paris, I was going to a venue reading poetry, the hotelier told me to take
the subway as it was easy. After being a fender for busy people I found my train
and suffocated. First stop, I ran off and found myself at a strange...

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That keeps repeating over and over again
For twenty two years your face is all I have seen
did medication and therapy for all the emotional swings but nothing helped me

Because all the anger and rage is still trapped up inside of me
After seven trips to the...

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Church Bells 
Once I lived in a charming English village, near 
an ancient church, every Sunday morning 
on my only day off, the bloody bells chimed.
Thought I saw a woman cycling to mass in 
the mist, and it wasn´t Germaine Greer.  
When Muslims ruled...

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(Eliza paces restlessly finding herself back at the door)

Eliza: Martha, I'm going through...and I want you to come with me.

Martha: I like it here, I...

Eliza: I know. I know you like it, but it''s not enough is it? You know what I think? I think...

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Broremann, the farmer worker. 

Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann 
had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness
to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a churn it went.
He had to start milking Rose first, she was...

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The Missing Limb
I was driving a long when I saw half an arm, from
elbow and down to hand, on the verge of the road. 
I stopped picked it up with my right hand and it
quickly grabbed my left wrist and wouldn´t let go. 
A man...

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If inferno flames are melting your spirit. 
Causing gapping wounds of disappointments developing infections. 
Pus oozing oppression, odor of deception. 
Swathed in agony dressings. 

 If you’ve been cloaked in sheets bearing the logo of minority 
While walking in the majority
Ear marked with inferior wages...

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The Conversation 
I sat on the roof reading a book 
and eating a banana.
But as the day progressed 
I got hungry and 
tried to get down by climbing 
up and over a low wall onto 
the kitchen terrace. 
Legs wouldn´t let me.
In the struggle I...

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Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.

If it was not because...
We are actually...

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This was a true story bout' this ole lady
and this baby who ain't hers you see cause'n its' white ya see
and she ain't she a mammie or a cook but to the honey child
she the baby mammie cauz' she more a moma to the honey...

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Broremann the Angler

On the pier where fishing vessels were tied up my brother 
sat fishing all the while seagulls kept swooping and shrieking, 
he blissfully ignored them. He had no hook at the end of his 
line and when asked why he said, I don´t...

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i wrote this poem as if i was a soldier in world war one. i got inspiration from my 
history class.




My feet started hurting me, they were starting to ache,
Then BANG! I heard a bomb go off and the ground started to shake.
I grabbed my...

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Imagine being surrounded by flies,

 Big surprise I surmise, 

Now Imagine being getup in a doo-doo disguise, 

Which wouldn,t be wise, seeing that your surrounded by flies,

 of various size, with Big Eyes that Multiplies, 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

 Does anyone hear my cries!!!...

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Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure
My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure? 

A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I
Nonetheless, I always did my part
I dreamed of your embrace, wished for...

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Sonata
It was about noon and I had nothing to do, I had not written 
anything for a week, not since my girlfriend left me, had deadline
an article for a magazine, they wanted something about sharks,
 like I should know, I had a pint of lager...

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