Cool Poems | Examples of Cool Poetry

A Summers Idyl warm summer’s day at the lake inviting my wife and I to sit and enjoy the water is a cool aqua blue rich color of relaxation slight breeze touches the surface barely a ripple disturbs the scene the green rowboat rocks at anchor hoping we will avail ourselves of a ride my wife dressed in her white chiffon dress idly sits...

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Am i the problem cuz i love my mind, body, and soul? Am i the problem cuz i don't just go for anything im told? Am i the problem cuz my heart got cold? cuz i know i got a old soul Am i the problem cuz i'm getting old and everything i know just got old cuz...

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Stand up, Won’t lay down 'til I stack up. Fed up with the brokenness A liq just gonna tease me Focus, Pull up in a Lotus. Fly on essential, Throw up like bulimic With you she a padlock, With me she a secret. Convenient, Don’t take life too serious. Articulate, Went and took one She missed on her period. For my dogs, I’m ruthless, Like John Wick, I...

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d e e p blue sea f r e s h n e s s like the c o o l n e s s our love b ...

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a cool, refreshing summer breeze you are your smile is like the fresh breath of nature quiets thoughts of you so near even when you are so far alleviates the feelings of my wanting to meet the maker your skin against mine is like a smooth motion massage the warm rhythms of your touch relaxes my mental totally eliminated is my...

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I’m gonna play my vinyl in the urinal, and that’s final Life is bad when you're sad Ain't you glad they took you out of school, coz you were cool Chicks don’t understand your waveband, don’t know the beat, take a seat Let me explain, give it plain, feel the pain, I’m on a higher plane Take a shot, I’m...

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Piano man was what he said he was called. Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled. Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice. Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice. Piano man hit heights. Please play those black and whites. Pick a tune with pazazz. Play that great old time Jazz. Phrase those songs to tap our feet. Pure honkey tonk,...

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Pick on me. I stay calm Insult my family. I stay cool Hit me as hard as you dare. ...

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Si una dirección para tocar glissando los embrates del amor de la musica puso uno a novia la seda francesa le calla musica el bife! el bife! un broche de diamantras a par como casi pero en realidad The embarrassments of love of music one gave a girlfriend French silk The steak! The steak! A diamond brooch Qué es más asombroso que tales obligaciones, lo que debemos hacer? Para remediar la tensión del...

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A dark and empty template, a conscious friction, echoing silently within the void, the unknown anticipation of 0 to 1. Trillions of spiralling embers, scattered in freefall. The consequence of divine loneliness. The internal workings of infinite energy. ...

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Celebrating Pherzawl's Serenity I’ve fallen in love with Pherzawl’s gentle air, I’ve fallen in love where cool whispers dare. Though summer scorches lands both far and near, Though summer scorches, here the sky is clear. I’m dreaming of Delhi’s relentless blaze, I’m dreaming of Guwahati’s fiery haze. Hmarkhawlien and Silchar’s blazing heat, Hmarkhawlien and Silchar, I’m not missing that beat. But here, soft mist...

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my breath of air ~ fresh and cool ~ from staccato raindrops...

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I’m at the net, Fast hands, quick feet. I read the game, I take my stand. You swing? I’m there. You tip? I’ll block. I jump high, Land strong, In the front, I belong. I control the court, I set the tone. In the front, I stand alone. ...

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existence be h/our time mind-body flight... as winged... up and down periods of waiting... for some real-at-tea but in... a pressed-sense of thought now... it means i forgot ...cold cup...microwave!... len ...

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moon … beams that burn - that turn my surgings to slag my teeth to serrations, hungering … can those silly sentients not see the verity in my veneration, you? do they truly think it’s only art, only … verse? that my blood runs in these inky scratchings alone? ‘why pen these dark tales with such legitimacy - such … clear scope?’ oh … why, indeed! for were...

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