Long Cliched Poems
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Dogma Or Mystery, Part One
The problem I have with religions is that they forget themselves. All of the great religions start out from a MYSTERY. Something or someone happens that is unique, remarkable, almost incomprehensible in terms of everyday...
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Categories:
cliched, analogy, appreciation, atheist, god, inspiration, mystery, spiritual,
Form:
Prose
A Cliched Theme In Rhyme
They told you and promised your breath will expire
Your soul will go missing like the crackling fire.
They told you -- they advised -- to accept it and live
Use up the time that your creator did...
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Categories:
cliched, age, growing up, hope, inspirational, journey, life,
Form:
Couplet
True Love For a Nerd: Specifically, a Logophile
True love for a nerd (specifically a logophile)
True love for a nerd, specifically a logophile... is him not interrupting you while you read, just watching your face, and you, who could read through 7th period...
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Categories:
cliched, boyfriend, cute love, funny love, happiness, love,
Form:
List
The Prismatic Self
I say the word and feign a Freudian slip
From between its legs duplicities drip
Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit
History will record the troubling truth
that I never existed if I don’t...
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Categories:
cliched, color, god, introspection, mirror, poetry, voice, write,
Form:
Quatrain
October 13th
Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers, so realistically modelled for
Thank yous for unthoughtful offerings; why hurt...
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Categories:
cliched, angst, depression, friendship, happiness, loss, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Sonia Gandhi and a form an ode to an imagism diglossic seminary in nepotism
So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be...
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Categories:
cliched, allegory,
Form:
Name
Not a Church Confession
Do forgive me, it has been a while,
And perhaps far too long, since I've been here last,
With you or with such burdensome weight.
Hands clasped between my thighs, awkwardly sitting,
And I swear and I could hear...
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Categories:
cliched, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Lover Named Night
She stumbles over wish-less objections,
frozen times, out of rotation
silent quotations of words never said.
Rightful wrongdoings/cotton candy-flavored lies
hide beneath black hazed shadows.
Still stanzas whisper secret
hopes/misgivings/dreams/realities
bleed crescent scars...
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Categories:
cliched, beauty, moon,
Form:
Free verse
NIGHT CALLERS
I love them, truly love them and surely always will
They come for me in hope when sleep eludes my night
They dance about my mind in early morning chill
And fill my world with...
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Categories:
cliched, addiction,
Form:
Elegy
Guinevere
it's not enough Guinevere,
or should i call you Morgana?
unless you, too, see me
like a novelty act, with your shiny wizard.
you're always against everything anyway.
the cliched apples,
the nudes i draw,
the fig leaves your nerves cover them...
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Categories:
cliched, dedication, love, hate,
Form:
Free verse
What Color Is
Color is a unique sensation/,
Color doesn't sense.
Senseless color is.
Is color one way or the other?
Color may not be what it is.
It may not be what color is—either.
Expressively cliched, color isn't always black and white.
Why devil...
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Categories:
cliched, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
That Is Love
Describe 'love' in 100 words
or less;
it's not a daunting task,
it's quite easy;
go on,
put yourself to the test
Some scientists digress,
saying that describing it is
impossible
like a human breathing water
I have swam the Mediterranean,
and navigated by way of...
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Categories:
cliched, love, passion, uplifting,
Form:
I do not know?
Black Africa Still In Chains
Its creation’s simplicity still stands as a difficult puzzle
head is twisted backwards while in a forward motion
still looking behind at the chronicles of some centuries ago
long before the infiltration of Christian missionaries and Arab traders
is...
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Categories:
cliched, abuse, africa, black african american, education, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
What Love Is To Me
My love is what love is to me!
Placing his hand on the small of my back,
wishing me through the door first,
no, that is not what love means to me!
Buying me flowers or writing me a...
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Categories:
cliched, love,
Form:
I do not know?
Amid the Jagged Shadows
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
...
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Categories:
cliched, life,
Form:
Free verse
4 Shallow Love Is Like a Reverie
Unflinchingly, you sit in slumbered pose
as breath is amber bathed in bright moonlight
with rhythmic pulse in time's perspective held,
when fragile candles caress tawny skin,
you watch the honeyed flame shimmer air.
This morphs in...
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Categories:
cliched, love,
Form:
Free verse
New Becoming
You’re gone, well that’s okay
But where do I place my longing of habits that intertwined with yours and your belongings
My dependency for you drags
Sweating, suffocating
I wish you’d stayed, but really it was a blessing...
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Categories:
cliched, betrayal, feelings, grief, heartbreak, hope, love hurts,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Momma's On the Floor
13/8/2009
Momma collect yourself
I cannot lead the way
Why,
what for?
I wasn't even there...
While I knew you
petrified became my part
The anger,
all hope and faith
began to dash away
Momma,
its you
My prequel to cliched tragedy
A vessel I'd cling to
gone now deserted;
crashing...
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Categories:
cliched, death, fear, mother, sad, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Poet, No Longer Will I Sup At Your Banquet
My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing
My...
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Categories:
cliched, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Quell
One taste, and I'm in purgatory
Neither here nor there, not in Heaven nor Hell,
A cliched, overused allegory,
A taste of poison to make me be well
One taste, and all my thoughts are dead
Resting, peaceful, buried deeply,
Forbidden...
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Categories:
cliched, angst, confusion, depression, health, life, recovery from...,
Form:
Rhyme
Kid naps here, daycare!
Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those
Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!
For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!
Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and...
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Categories:
cliched, appreciation, assonance,
Form:
Salaam
The Women
We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know
No amount...
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Categories:
cliched, daughter, hope, inspirational, love, mother, sister, thank
Form:
Rhyme
Let Me Not Be So Distracted
Let me not be so distracted by the nay-sayers
For whom everything seems to be doomed,
With those who rely on holier-than-thou prayers
Help me not to allow myself to be consumed.
May I find myself giving out optimistic...
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Categories:
cliched, america, how i feel, perspective, philosophy, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Claiming To Have the Poets Eye.
claiming to have the poets eye,
that when upon looking at the world,
your vision goes beyond the sky.
to see the formation of clouds,
the birds singing,
the insects disappearing.
sorry, sweetheart, thats no poetry of mine.
i see the loneliness,
the...
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Categories:
cliched, death, life, on writing and words, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
They Chuckle In the Wind
The empty canes of raspberries hang low
Red maple leaves are mashed up in the mud
Nature seems to hover by death’s door
Animals and humans drained as whores
No feeling ,no green sap,no flowing blood
The crackling canes of...
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Categories:
cliched, absence, allegory, feelings, nature,
Form:
Rhyme