Cliche Poems - Poems about Cliche

‘Circling the wagons’ is an absurd cliché ‘Cos even stations-wagons are out-of-fashion today ...

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Love turns into despair As a slipper who can't find his pair, All we want is love that's fair But with you, it's so hard to bear. The feeling that echo That we can't let go. Those foolish things, we repeat Seems like a constant beat. One's blinded with stupidity In the end, oh what a pity. Once heart's rebound A...

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I didn't go to school yesterday Didn't feel like it Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say Nobody was very fond When I was absent from school with no good reason Whoever "they" is... You lied to me...

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I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses, especially the one who always chooses to make it clear that I don't work hard enough, yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff, she's always the first one who flatly refuses. My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited." I said, "What?" "The behavior you just exhibited." I said, "What did I do?" She...

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He walk the talk Don't play with fire Easy as pie....

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Although it's a well worn cliche, there is something soothing in the thought of lying in bed listening to rain. Last night I was front row in a symphony. An adagio of soft fall, murmurings on a metal roof and whispers running along gutters. Calm in the tempo of raindrops, muted gargles and gulps echoed inside the throats...

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"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius) In certain moments, less is more. It's regarded as a cliche, but when you think hard about it, it is true in many cases. I'm not thinking in terms of wealth- in certain moments, less is more. Imagine a boring topic, now someone rambles on about- tax refunds,...

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Is that your name? Do you want to call it grotesque fame? Is it truly there? Or it is floating in thin air? Can you grasp it with your tiny hands? Is anyone there from your chosen land? Do you wish to call it by your name? Hasn't it arrived yet? Or it is just another game? The compilation you hesitate...

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Regarding Time Where does time go…absolutely nowhere…only.that humans believe time is stationary! ...

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Well the experts say in your poetry don’t use a cliché to tell your story bleeding hearts of men the tail of a dog clucking like old hens croaking like a frog a bright twinkling star the light of the moon runs like a new car humming a soft tune she’s the cat’s meow the chug of a train a slow drifting cloud the patter of rain even this rhyme scheme they...

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I swear I wouldn’t wear a smirk if I lost the errands that lurk; No need for an adult style quirk; I’d rather work; I’d rather work; Give me a monotonous day I will clock in without delay; It may seem bizarre that’s okay; I’ll take cliche’; I’ll take cliche’....

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Above the heat the sky is flecked with ice. The sun is no longer burning, it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags of a coat-tailing wind. There it is - arriving out of a hazy distance a living cliché, a Bald Eagle It must have caught a thermal. I think of all the medallions and coins it has been stamped and embossed upon; here...

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Imaginations fun and free From simple things to really fancy Your mind escapes somewhere new Like when pigs are flying over you Wings spread out sharing the sky With large elephants way up high An umbrella you will need It will get messy yes indeed When it's raining cats and dogs Look out for the falling "logs" It's hard to tell or really know If...

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it is another day and I’m in it seizing it or not is a choice when emotions battle with reason and the heart mingles with my mind trespasses on the dark soul of ambivalence motivated by apathy and restlessness as I pull more weeds in my virtual garden a couple of bees skirt around the lemon-tree suck what is on offer and spread...

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It's not like I can tell you I love you How would I even say it? Those three words? They don't mean anything anymore We've all heard them so many times (in some way or another), that it's practically an old cliché As true as it might be, we'll never imbibe the meaning Not as long as poets like me exist We...

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