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Play-Doh Poetry
Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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Categories: smith, childhood, poetry, word play,
Form: Free verse
DISHES
I'm the vibes, they're the vipers I give healing, them keep killing Words my medicine, call me words smith Deceit and betrayal their weapons I call them cobra, them are snitches. I'm the owner Them the controller I always act like I own or know nothing They're so ruthless Acting like they own or know it all. I'm the completer They're the...

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Categories: smith, africa, children, community, confidence,
Form: Narrative



Neologism
Hiddfens inside Clever invworteds Incite chaos Inside confusdadated Confusminds ...

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Categories: smith, confusion, fun, word play,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member In Smith-Gilbert Garden
The mulberry fell to its knees; in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays, near the moss-stone steps; and I look on, in curiosity. It was an oddity, but I learned of its plight. In sorrow, we make it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground. Like a bonsai tree, twisted. Listed, like a ship at storm, but sailors will never use nets, to cast, for silent butterflies; In...

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Categories: smith, butterfly, tree,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Miss Smith, My Favorite Teacher
My early education, elementary school was taught by nuns, they were quite cross and I think did not like kids; but one year there was a lady teacher and I loved her a lot, she was fun, smart, creative, and...

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Categories: smith, teacher,
Form: Verse



Why-Dominique Smith
Why is a word that can cause an argument. Why do I get stuck in the my head? Why do I have labels on my skin? Why are you being so dramatic? Why do talk that? Why aren't you happy? Why are you happy? Why do ask so many questions? Why can't you be like...

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Categories: smith, abuse, anxiety, atheist, dark,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Ghost of Winston Smith
Announcement to all Outer party members: Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of him are to be forgotten. It is rumored that some of you have been infected by his mentally deranged rants and poetry. More specifically, that...

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Categories: smith, philosophy,
Form: Narrative
The Smith
For every set of windows given, another lies so near As opaque the set of two may be, the third is crystal clear Unlatching the transparent one requires just one key Upon our lifelong search for it we stumble endlessly As we approach, the Locksmith surely forges newer paths On which the weight of memories lie that signify our past We...

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Categories: smith, faith, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Chippewa Chief John Smith
Chief John Smith was a learned chief revered by some, respected by many he had taken over the Chippewa as a young man his peers were all gone now, for he was ninety-six he figured he might have a year or two left he lived to be one hundred and thirty-seven surprising many including himself...

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Categories: smith, native american,
Form: Free verse
Dena's Teenage Years
When Dena and her girlfriend sneaked out of their houses at night, they both would go and meet boys that they met during the daytime and they were their boyfriends. One day Dena was writing her cousin and left it on her desk at home. Her mother came inside the room and read it and she wasn't...

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Categories: smith, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Mr and Mrs Smith
That poignant moment when we meet Like long-lost friends So discreet You look good together Why do you need me Is he blind Is it me We play the game It’s nothing new Hotels are full of Smiths Like me and you I should move on You should too You look good together Him and you We plan the next Somewhere new Mr and Mrs rendezvous She’s sleeping now I gaze her...

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Categories: smith, betrayal, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Meet Mister Melancholy Smith
Every day he'd sit and pout, The Ambassador of Doubt. Come dine with Melancholy Smith, Was born to eat your heart out. He was raised a single child, His emotions were defiled. Both parents saw a mental flaw, That made sure he never smiled. No one saw him as a friend, And the girls would all pretend. Cast from the crowd, they'd laugh out loud; And...

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Categories: smith, childhood, grave, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
A Killing Colonel Cornered
Soldiers with the cornered colonel Said to crack him like a kernel, Easily made him surrender, Account of his orders render… Colonel Smith, on his neck flannel, Suddenly facing a Panel In his house and front verandah, Two watching from his Coriander… They knew where to questions channel: “Who’d twelve men shot from tunnel?” Many had guessed: Major Lander But order from Smith Evander… Their decision...

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Categories: smith, allusion, conflict, death, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Clerihew Smith
Ex architect Tony Smith loved space especially with black surface Romantic rather than minimal engineered on a large scale...

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Categories: smith, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Smith
I am Irish, I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic. I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish, chameleon tongued. Something took me, shook me like a spade until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground crumbled grew tropical jungles of alien expression. Years press, some bulldozed, some were the wrecking ball. Found my clay feet stomping,...

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Categories: smith, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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