Best Wreck Poems

"I wandered lonely as a cloud."  William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a boat   
a shallow dingy left behind,  
alone in marsh...

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Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

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Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose...

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Soul Searching Trek Along Winter's Snow Painted Trails

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today...

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A single mother is standing alone 
And she will cry when nobody's home 
Staying up late with thoughts in her head 
Doing everything she can...

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 "I've tasted love heroin and will never have that high again"..
    (paraphrased quote one from "Notting Hill")

Love heroin is very potent...

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You don’t know this woman
You haven’t got a clue
This paragon of beauty
Is a mystery to you

You think that I’m so gentle
You think that I am...

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ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She...

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This is for the Contest - 'Titanic - Fare Thee Well' Sponsored by Tom Woody.
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I stand upon the pier
Watching the roaring waves
Crash on the hard dark rocks below.
 
The sky is overcast
Electricity is in the air
And rain is not...

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A Trek Into A Forest Wonderfully Deep,
(New Dawn- Second Battle, Part Two) 

This vista, newfound view image of divine scene
fertile virgin ground, pretty as a...

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Me, my brother Tom and Uncle Pat were on a fishing holiday
three men in a rowing boat way out in Dublin Bay
we anchored up and...

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The first time, I saw my love it was a moment in time,
      It was a spiritual experience and I...

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Many (con)-ARTIST are drinking more than the soup
A kidnapping of the mind
Confessions/conspiracy/rounded up in groups
Interrogation on a  prowler /who's words robbed us blind
Corrupting our...

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It is the winter of 1980.
I’m twenty-eight years young, 
Driving a red Mustang with glass T-tops,
Feeling all of my awesome sassiness, from toe
To Afro, when...

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