Least(A) Poems - Poems about Least(A)

George was a prankster, at least one screw loose Peed in a bottle, tagged it orange juice His mom drank it all down ...

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I found it curled in the shadow of what used to be a hospital. A slow hunch of fur, the color of old bark—like the forest had tried to grow itself a question. It didn’t look surprised to see me. Just blinked, as if measuring whether I was worth the glance. I sat cross-legged beside it, tore foil from a protein bar— offered the whole...

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Ordinary days, just like before, No one knows the feeling of being ignored. It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast, In every way, giving the heart a blast. That someone is too far from reality, The impossible hits differently. Too good to be true to notice, Even in the smallest way, there's no space. It’s always you that gives a...

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The mirror was irritatingly sparkly today Gave me a saucy wink, showing her arrogance I hate being in the bathroom in the morning For this very reason Two pony dogs have to be stepped over in the hallway One is not moving The other one will rear up in between my legs Not intending to trip me, but one day I will...

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He’s been around a long, long time (Put another way, he’s old) By now he thinks he knows it all, He does not if truth be told. He likes to think he’s a poet And he’s scribbling all the time. But often the syllables are wrong And it doesn’t even rhyme. He tries to be hilarious But his humour’s pretty grim. And most of the...

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one month old baby dies from SIDS two-year-old does not survive cancer. three-year-old expires from pneumonia four-year-old is killed in a tractor accident. At seventy-two I wonder…. why them? Why not me? It makes me want to enjoy every minute that I can in honor of the ones who did not get anywhere near 72. It seems like the least I can do, I...

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What if man’s made to run a race with deer, Or with Chita a sprint he were to face, That, man’s no match appears mighty clear, Beasts would beat with half of their highest pace. Take any seal, a whale, or a dolphin, And let an Olympic swimmer compete, E’en one with gold medal can’t hope to win, What ants...

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Dear poet, please come get your tapestry, Tacked across the window—it hangs askew. My cat’s convinced it’s hers to claw, you see. The reds all clash—they’re far from harmony, But hey, it fills the space and hides the view. Dear poet, please come get your tapestry, Its threadbare pattern does not speak to me; Much too common, and maybe that’s your clue— My...

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AT LEAST I LOOK COOL Standing strong Still determined After so much challenges that hit not long I'm still okay and bold like I just started. After fall, at least I look cool The commitment and bravery is still there All I care is getting pass barriers like defenders to score a goal Like Messi, the techniques...

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AT LEAST I LOOK COOL Standing strong Still determined After so much challenges that hit not long I'm still okay and bold like I just started. After fall, at least I look cool The commitment and bravery is still there All I care is getting pass barriers like defenders to score a goal Like Messi, the techniques...

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Up and down, up and down, up and down I don’t know if I have any more energy for Up and down If the line would flatten I could finally rest A masked woman wearing scrubs Fights my inclination for slumber But, sleep equals peace My lungs and head droop Alarms blare I hear mumbled words Something about rousing my oxygen levels I breathe the...

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Come focused Give unto me Your undivided love Fathom I Who am I Whose am I Should I just be so I shall never let you go I know you love me LOVES THE LEAST OF ME- You love me so Come focused Give unto me Your undivided love Fathom I Who am I Whose am I Should I just be so I shall never let you go LOVES THE LEAST...

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Why is my body lop-sided? Notice when I put on my socks Never a problem with my left foot With my right foot my muscles lock Why are some right handed While others more adept with their left? Ever try writing left handed A scrawl barely readable at best Why does the hair on a female's face Take so much longer to grow? Imagine if...

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At least my thoughts are running across the remains of this paper Laboring through another round of words circling inside my mind I find, I need to take my time with writing chimes and poetry lines for if I stumble across a sentence to short or to long I might turn it around; to jingle it with a song Damn,...

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Hurt but not broken, Words worth but not spoken, An urge to just feel, anything that’s real, The sting of a razor was all that would save her....

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