Best Y Poems

Y can't i hate u?
Hate you like iv'e hated myself
Y can't i escape the memories that stain my heart like 
fresh blueberries on a crisp white shirt?
Y couldn't you forgive me for my acts of stupidity?
Y wont you save me from my solitude and misery?
Why?...

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Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all...

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the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries 


** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep 
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form??...

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U...are the greatest gift from God

Got…to understand it is you that will always make a positive difference

Love...will embrace your soul unconditionally 

Yourself...and others like you, are the reason good exists in this world...

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accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially. 
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic 
hellholes. gyrating...

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Please, Please, Please proceed to exit left stage,
Or at least make this battle worth my time.
Every word, forming every rhyme,
Tells me that your "thoughts" belong in a cage.
Draw a line down the middle of the page,
Explaining on one side all of your crimes.
Scrub your pallet...

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Old King Troll
Had a very long pole
And a very long pole had he
He called for his wife (she’s his trouble and strife) 
And he called for his mistresses three
King Troll sat in the middle … his wife said you’re on the fiddle
This fact King Troll...

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Retired sweetness paints
a tiled mosaic of
unpredictable patterns.

Black, brown shapes
spatter the 
grey concrete of 
an underground kingdom.

The fresh ones burn
pink and seafoam 
green against
this steely blue 
and yellow lined world.

The stickiness clings
onto shining 
out of spectrum, 
before becoming
another dot
in dark masses....

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Gen Y and Z- one cryptic crowd!
Manage, by text, to Laugh Out Loud!
Not loud enough?! Well, there is more -
Laughing While Rolling On The Floor!
LMBO LMAO – righteously well known,
Intend to flip your tailbone!
Though both take root from the same breed, 
The first one, slightly...

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I won’t say I’ve always known
but always, something was wrong
defined by a chromosome
defined by what they put on

to be “me” is alien
that’s if they let “me” be me
they say I’m not who I am
they tell me what to believe

imagine not knowing “you”?
no clothes, these are...

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DISCLAIMER: This is a tongue-in-cheek, sardonic critique 
of my own poetry from the perspective of a fictitious non poetry lover. This is not aimed at any of you wonderful Soup poets... please do not be offended!


Tell me who has the time for a poem?
If there's...

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walk softly in
rest your weary head
and listen...

the same
              rhythm
              pulse
         ...

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Hill – lair - y


Gone but not forgotten…
			       the rancid stench of hope
							…..gone rotten.


©4/8/2019

A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman - sponsor...

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Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!

Original Middle English...

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I believe that at first
I had a thirst for word
As a child I’d create my own style 
And make up words to popular songs 
Especially when I wanted to sing along
But did not have the vocabulary at age two
By age six I was full of...

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