Light Poems | Examples of Light Poetry

What I saw didn't match what I thought I knew, To be you.... It scared me for a moment because you really had me fooled, Standing for something for the world to see, Is it for show or in your heart what you believe, Sorcery at it's best, all that glitters isn't gold, And underneath the makeup is a lost and...

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vroom…vroom Toot-toot near miss stay tuned I say highways are not not hard takes a Bard to park this poem vroom…vroom make room I’m here to stay not ruin someone else’s poem near miss stay tuned takes a Bard to take a part in this traffic easy go when it’s light but when it’s heavy write…right…write…left crossing lines make sure they’re not double seeing reality toot-toot vroom-vroom have to cross the line so I don’t hit the accident don’t do a bang up job back at it write...

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fiddling with a magnanimous tootling - no tutelage needed anonymity of the artful dodger - blaming innocent bystander widespread whisper and stare, waving away any hospitality scent swept under the rug - stinker with a wink and a toodle loo ...

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I think that I shall never see A bug as ugly as a flea . A flea whose chewing mouth is prest against the doggie’s hairy chest. A flea that bites the beast all day, And lifts its bristled legs to prey. A flea that will in summer tear A bloody hole where doggie’s bare. Upon whose body germs abound And parasites throughout are found. Pets...

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Wind Of Chance The billowing wind rendered alluring melodies luring many men thirsty for his fate each beholding his cup full of frothing lager concealing the lethal dregs making the jolly man a hollow being ...

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When everything becomes quiet and your heart can breathe, You realize how much more important it is to just sit with me, That everything else is moving at a faster pace now, And distractions are on purpose all around, To keep your heart from progressing and remaining focused, To keep your mind busy but you will see through this, As you...

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The humorist compares to the alchemist of old except his humor he transmutes into laughter not the precious metal the alchemist is after, though humor is often worth its price in gold. And whereas no alchemist, we’re told, ever transmuted a speck of anything into gold, he did achieve more than a measure of laughter – not exactly the result he...

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All the things I wish to say, The very real issues that caused me pain, The things that I need to see, That are contrary to my faith and what I believe, I speak here...I bare my soul, So I can see to pray and let go, To know in my heart what's really going on, The things that you think about...

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Twisting and turning words as if I'm unsure, Because your experiencing your own internal hurt, immediately relating others stories to your own without knowing, Everything that happened within the story, Bits n pieces without compassion of any kind, How can you speak love without that fruit on your vine, Who will listen or take heed to words without compassion, If it's...

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I caught a flower Just below my window sill, Just before your love went stale....

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My doctor is a man of charm and wit. Smiling, he told me I was dying and just to prove he wasn’t lying cancelled my next day’s visit....

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Lord, you see... Everything... When I don't understand or my heart is too heavy to speak, When my compassion overrides my logic, Or when I still give beyond people's ill judgement, When I close my ears and block out opinions, Because I know many can be shallow without knowing the reasons, I have fought for underdogs many times, And when I have seen...

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It may seem a cruel tragedy that Amherst’s greatest poet Emily Dickinson never got to marry though she burned ardently to be. And yet in Death (if you’ll allow) she did eventually get laid – not in a man’s bed but a pine box and (if you’ll allow) this paradox she still remains a chaste old maid. ...

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In my dream the deception was deep, This girl was healed through the enemy, And everyone believed that this healing came from God, She was showing proof that her sickness was gone, She was passing around a rope that was plated in the middle with gold, But the rest of the rope looked rugged and old, I knew it looked strange...

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. i were fer sure that ...

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