Hackneyed Poems - Poems about Hackneyed

...Its wet and drear in London dear, the pomp in on full trope Though hope is gone, not dead for Jesus is the only hope! Its foolish to trust in others; dopes.' In robes and words In fear and force, ......Read the rest...

...I got friggin heebie jeebies Cuz buzzards circle o'er me eyeing these lovely bones prithee id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si hence impossible mission to be lovey dove vee. Vague remembrances of ......Read the rest...

...Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber... just jabbering gibberish (A - J) Again, another awkward ambitious arduous attempt at alphabetically arranging atrociously ambiguously absolutely asinine ......Read the rest...

...Poetry, You are Illumination! Not the point of descent but the ascending apex of God's triangles – you come to me, a bride...after the dutiful converse, you come to me, dear wondrous composit......Read the rest...

...Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, re......Read the rest...

...Friday May 13th, 2022 An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome, written courtesy a favorite poet of mine. Paraskevidekatriaphobia struck within a blink, I swear yours truly never took a drink, ......Read the rest...

...You will never fit in! is my everyday alarm . My emotions so hackneyed to that venom That like water off a duck's back has no effect. Hide away they tell me, because we cannot bare to look at you ......Read the rest...

...[A few years ago, I wrote this poem “On Writing Poetry” for creative writing students. I hesitated to put it on Poetry Soup, but I did some revisions and decided to share it with you. It was my inten......Read the rest...

...Cookie cutter words so carefully cut and pasted on me are simply wasted. Their relevance defunct so silent deaf and mute someone else’s route. This romances brevity couldn’t even warrant ......Read the rest...

...A hackneyed love, now I know, my heart's a treasure, I say no more. your eyes on the chequebook like ice on a cake, none you give but loads you take, Dear you made it look grotesque. act ......Read the rest...

...Wake! Kokura to a novel world of peace Under the canopy of dark divine clouds A million deaths and a zillion days of sufferings Ah! Flown to a distant land While the holy hands patting your shoul......Read the rest...

...No; I'm not unhappy I never cry on Lockdown system I'm not crying more now 6pm to 6am The virus likes to be wanderer In my city I am happy in pangs Opening window Air with daylight comes m......Read the rest...

...Truth be told said topic minimally embellished rather, prattling youthful looking baby booming geezer precious time (yours), he doth bilk (cue sinister mock-up halloween voice) moost valuable ......Read the rest...

...Hackneyed breath of words and the clichés hit the wall, A stream of summoned nonsense bounces off of me like superstition, Benevolent limits of indulgence, on the other hand, - oh, well! The oe......Read the rest...

...decrepit note books Residential society of poems hackneyed to ultra fresh thought roams snail pace of expressions imbalanced love on tattered ink lines smile on jackal mustache through the cr......Read the rest...