Best Yeah Poems

I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy...

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Sub-titled: What’s in YOUR Fridge?

Please allow me to introduce myself:
My name is Ms. Fridge A. Daire
I stand tall among my lesser cohorts
and MOST of them...

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You have all heard I am sure of the three musketeers
The group with the swords not the ones with the funny ears

Reminds me of a...

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'I want you to use all your powers and your skills
I don’t want his mother to see him like this
Look, look how they massacred my...

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Hoping that it might be you

Verse 1

I've got some troubles in my life...
I'll help with yours, will you, help with mine?
"Cause I need love like...

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Yeah.. I pretend that I'm your man
And your hand's in mine forever
So clear.. love's eyes always see
Feelings that will extinguish never
So lets imagine.. you and...

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Dear Humanity:

You know I love you, right?
Stop calling me Mother Nature!
I hate that!
Genderless am I…
Oh, yeah, I get the ‘bring life forth’ bit,
creator of new...

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In the late 1970s, I was going home on a Friday evening,
and needed a little more fuel in my truck, 
enough to get back to...

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A crazy old man once told me,
“Heaven is made of the things you give away.”
It appeared he was next in line for heaven
as he had...

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 My cherished one ,

Think not of this night with an absent moon

But think of those nights that we  used to know

Think of those...

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I'm in me bath here, with a box of red cheer, 
yeah a box of red cheer, beer's too bloody dear.
Me mind's wanderin twixt big...

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Ever wrote a sequel
To a poem about 
The road of dead bodies
that you drove upon?

I dont Think So^^

O. Yeah im laughing
At such a radical idea
Thats...

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I've arrived..
Fancy cars, the stage and lights
Thousands at concerts every night 
Girls swoon and scream my name
Giving autographs, growing fame
I survived.. Now I've arrived 
And...

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This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.


Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...

Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with...

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I was just a bad boy to the core
I lived at every bar in town
Everybody knew my name,
I had a bad reputation, and I 
couldn't...

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