Volleyball Free Verse Poems

A Found Poem from the Bing Homepage

Earns record-breaking medal,
a boxer apologizes, is sad,
wins US Senate primary.

Campaign raises $138.7M,
to lay off 15% of workforce,
US launches antitrust...

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I'm willing to worship
Any girl that calls me a name other than disgusting 
The world is progressive 
But it has not moved forward 
I turn...

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Bring it on, ride on me like I'm your horse
Tax will be the satisfaction that comes with it.
Touch me,take it slow,top to bottom;
I want to...

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Above the public pool
a volleyball so cool
stuck for years
in the rafters
Someone’s
breath of life
trapped in
it’s bladder
Evidence of
their lingering
presence, me
wondering
if they ever
pondered the 
relevance of
the essence they
left...

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to re-verse
...some poetry...

be to
...sump 'po'-at-tree...

and if
...some poe (at tree)...

be of
...sumped poetry...

then to
...sump poe at tree...

will glossen
...some po-at-tree...


stan sand...

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Everytime I Cry I  fill with tears
Every time I die I'm born again
Listen to the Angels Sing
Hallelujah choir worshipping
Come down from off that...

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The Silence of a Library
David J Walker

Here is where I will live
Beyond the fear
of the coming death
And its imagined motif

Find me on 26th street
at the...

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No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began; 
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.

Apart from once in fifty-nine
For...

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What good memories living with our parents and grandparents Dr.Wolf and Dr.Erika,
My sons Kirk and Erik and my younger sister Antje and I all lived...

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The day of the volleyball tournament arrived,
We had practiced together all year.

I would travel from our parents' beautiful house,
I was accepted as a last minute...

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the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth

A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else

back around the way
the old shabby
half...

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The miracle days at our parent's  beautiful house,
Where my sister and sons and I lived with our parents.

I became a leader with the adults,
We...

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My sister is creative
With every stroke of her paintbrush
To every strum on her guitar
She continues to impress
My sister is an artist

Everyday she is there for...

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BOY IN THE TREE

And on the child climbs the tree
As he arrives on the forked branch
He sits ever so still it's very windy
It's spring and...

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Art is a one liner
with a beginning 
a middle
and no end ( )...

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