Poet Laureate Poems - Poems about Poet Laureate

In words that dance, a poet's grace, A laureate's soul finds its embrace. With verses vivid, tales unfurled, They paint emotions, a world advanced. Their quill, a wand of rhythmic might, Crafts symphonies in darkest night. From heart to ink, the journey's grand, They wield a pen as magic wand. They capture dreams in vivid hue, Reflecting life in every view. With language as their...

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Oars and jars in place, sails ready to blossom, map drawn as a moon. Chinese character, rhythm of life, painted on the hull. It is strange that I see. On every mornings breeze. That there’s always a doorway. To you. It is strange every time. It is always on the line. And the door. It is open. For you. Come morning, Come...

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Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, world to world, Bouncing from dimension to dimension, Stranded in the space that is nowhere, Unsure if this is wake or sleep, Unsure which option is reality, Rapid fire stillness, The love child of sanity and insanity....

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I loved you the best I could, Your scars were so deep and so old, I could not see them and you could remember, I love you, This time love was not enough....

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Through doors and windows, Further and further inward, Pushing limits until inward becomes outward, And miracles unfold into reality....

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In the music of life there will be sound and rest, In every day there will be work and rest, The contrast is important, Finding the balance is the test....

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An apple bitten, Exiled from the garden of love, Innocently wise....

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From Africa to America spanning the world, quite possibly My DNA struggled to survive to make me, My existence is a testament to survival fitness, My life is to nurture the future and bear witness, the past, My name is the name to property they gave, My heritage my lineage is that of a slave, Yes, slave, property, harsh words to...

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If words are thoughts made manifest, humanity then a poem long ago written only the poet knowing the design Tragic or joyous, all things rest in his hands for once the word is constructed creation is realized ending fulfilled...

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Later A Poet Laureate One to me you were so sincere Then one day when you did disappear My heart was broken and I became sad And now I knew I just had been had. Over and over my mind was tormented After I discovered it was demented To God started praying while I kneeled He said it was always best to play...

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HERE'S WISHING YOU A BUCKET OF THE BEST, FOR HAVING REACHED THAT GOLDEN CREST, I MYSELF CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT FAR BACK, TO THE TIME WHEN I BROKE YOUTH'S BACK... BUT WISHING YOU THE BEST FOR THE NEXT MANY YEARS, YOU'LL ONLY GET UGLIER AND WISER SO BELAY YOUR FEARS. MAY YOUR HEART BE FILLED WITH JOYFUL TEARS, MEANWHILE, KICK BACK WITH...

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Being pre-menopausal last night when I woke up at three-twenty-four and picked his book off the floor moaned and groaned and gnashed my teeth and bit my lip and said, good grief are we suppose to read this junk Have you ever heard the word brief or fun or light or airy And laid the book back on the floor and shut the light and said, no more I'd rather be asleep...

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