Simple Poems | Examples of Simple Poetry

You wear your flag like a second skin, the colors bright, the threads worn thin; And speak of victories long ago, In voices proud, yet soft and low. The tales are told, again, again the triumphs carved in dust and pen; The papers shout what you should hear, While silencing what’s less sincere. You count your coins, you guard your name, you say it’s...

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I surpassed father though the path was treacherous and filled with mirrors ...

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I try to write of tulip skies, but my pen finds the shadows first. I want to speak of beauty, but my tongue can’t carry the weight… -dishonest- I try to sing of lilac air, but every note becomes a bruise, a wound that pretty things can’t use. The air becomes… -suffocating- The easy things… finding laughter in wind chimes, they...

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Seven silver snakes suddenly slither southward seeking summer sun....

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Love is strange Oh so strange One day strong And then dead Oh so dead Left alone Oh so alone So you say I’ll never love again Can’t say I blame you My old friend For the same thing Happened to me And my tears Still know no end Just like me You’ll never be the same A reminder of Love’s cruel game So drink up And hear my tale Of a love so strong And...

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TOO MUCH SIMPLICITY IS ENOUGH* Poem writte for "Too Much Is Enough Poetry Contest," Margarita Lillico, sponsor, August 2, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sift through the clutter of days, where too much becomes a weight, and enough an inaudible whisper, barely heard above the clamor. I once chased abundance, collecting positions and things like seashells, each one a promise, each one a burden, until excess turned...

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A simple random act of kindness Can go a long, long way ... It was just the other day A woman kissed me on the cheek. She had totally caught me By surprise. Who would kiss this freak. But then the tears Began to flow. My knees, they felt so weak. I had almost forgotten...

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People look for an answer that has been underneath our nose, What does it mean to live? Why do we have to acknowledge him? Why is it wrong to be an image of his light? The one that can move the stars and mountains. We live in a world of chaos and one the other side, peace. Which side...

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If ever your color's blue I will do something for you Simple math's my speciality Sit back, watch, and you will see All your joys I'll times by two All of them, not just a few The sad things I will take away No more to see the light of day Come close and whisper in my ear Tell me...

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I am simple yet complex in my simplicity; I have many masks and facets, and will wear a multitude of hats. I show the me I need you to see, you'll never know the whole of me. I am the person I want you to see and am only satisfied if you're baffled by the multiplicity of me. Submitted on July...

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don't ask much just want a simple life live and love completely day and night don't want to worry 'bout tomorrow...

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one appears as the many each entity sings their song awakening is simply heart taking all souls along know that there is no one here God’s the dweller of our heart every form is breathed by Him thus all are one, none apart all being one, let’s connect all souls in the universe flow thus: embrace and release humming in heart a love verse...

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If You Want To Understand People: Read All Their Thoughts Down To The End. All To All Doubts, Challenged Throughout, Spun, Spinning Down While It Spins... HEY! WHERE'D YOU GO! If You See That, THEN That's What It Means. -Gray Squirrel 07-21-2025...

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Cherished moments spent With your bestest friend a sharing, Quietly sitting side-by-side, Thoughtfully, at simply nothing, staring, Just shooting-the-breeze together And for each other caring. ...

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Contemplating as a thinker thinking, self-appraising rate of our vibration, we dwell not in awareness unblinking but ego distanced from God’s creation. It’s not about knowing but becoming, whilst resting in tranquil, blissful repose, synced with the gong of Om within drumming, witnessing how we so metamorphose. If we see God as another object, flawed and deluded is our perception but with ego dropped, bliss...

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