Success Fantasy Poems

Beneath the burdens of countless nights,
In the cursed silence of the soul's waiting room,
I sat, the last one, loneliness carved by the chisel of forgetfulness...

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Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.

Repugnant yet...

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Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement 

The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail...

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In the temple of my soul burn words misunderstood,
The secret bell of my hope tolling dimly in the echoless temple,
How I wished to sift the...

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Gently smile along when the flowers grin;
Freely fly along when butterflies glide
Divulge the veiled exuberance within;
Set your worldly tribulations aside.

Pace along with ever ebullient breeze;
Crazily...

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I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, 
And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you.
I wrote it...

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A placid dose abducts barren perceptions,
wherefore virtue departs in the nakedness
stretch passionately, dawning motivations,
transcendent intrinsic structuring success.
Epic fuse a star--at sea--sunk translations....

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Sitruc was the heavy-thinking kind,
Never making waves or stepping out of line.
Success as perceived by him at the time,
always seemed to slip through his fingers.

Lots...

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I measure out the flour and yeast,
And knead the dough until it's creased,
I add some sugar, salt, and butter,
And let the mixture rest to flutter.

The...

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He wrote a big sign pointed to the sky
Aimed at space ships just passing by;
All Alien life forms catered for, it said,
Full English B& B...

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Green Worm Learns to Fly
A fairy friend of a green worm
Said she would teach him how to fly
His eyes glowed as he’d love to learn
And...

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His left eye was plotting
Taking over the other eye would be easy
But what about the nose and mouth?
Would they go without a fight?

His insurrection was...

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I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.

Rosy...

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Muses are seen as a source of inspiration for writers of poetry. They guide the poet and form his or her words. Often seen as...

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It was a dangerous liaison
We’d meet in no mans land
Engage in one quick tango
Then I’d quickly kiss her hand
And each of us would slip
Through our...

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