Top Of The Pile Poems - Poems about Top Of The Pile

...Oh, to live the life of a fashion faux pas Cursed by the anathema of dress codes Choosing blindly the closest hanger The shirt on top of the pile That lonely pair of shoes Hidden amid Those “to......

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...I saw it there and stopped for a while, perched dainty at the top of the pile of crockery, grubby, crazed and old at the yard sale, waiting to be sold. A teacup; white dots on baby blue; the sam......

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...Markets smile, deep pockets make fat pile, And when frown, fortunes come tumbling down. In play of plump coffers There’s no place for paupers— Sophomore Dumpty’s tend to crash crown, They prospe......

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...A Stolen Memory A Mirthful Chorus By Sy Roth We surrounded him Asked to let go. She stared at the misshapen face, Unshaven sandpapery skin Eyelids a tabula rasa Fluttery sere skin And......

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...his mouth was wide open like a whispering heart ‘bring me sex drugs rock and roll back the years’ but prayers went unheard and the little blue pill failed to arouse healing and he went flacc......

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...The flaws I see so easily within myself tend to obstruct my view of what I know could be. They float to the top of the pile and cover up better characteristics that others seem to find. I look hard s......

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...A loveable man was Janitor Stan Ever willing to help to give and serve A gentle man of modest plan With never a protest, frown or reserve Always saw the brighter side of life Though his cards......

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...To blow my own trumpet is just not my style But could you please place me on top of the pile? My inbox is bulging with NAs galore I'm begging you, Bobby,don't give me one more! 02.03.19 'I a......

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...7/3/2018 A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. She sat cross legged on a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of ......

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...We sit in the forest, admiring the trees, my dog and I. The roosters behind us are in full racket form. A dog barks, gruffly and hoarsely. My dog does not look up. I have stacked the pile high ......

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...an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the walki......

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...On the day after Christmas, they started appearing, cast out of houses, stripped of their finery, lying crooked in the gutter, garbage bags flanking. My brothers and I walked to school and half......

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...Dear Judy: As I scrolled anxiously through my inbox, flipping through needless letters, hoping for an answer, I suddenly realized that out of all the emails Ms. Blume receives, I was ta......

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...I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts Marching softly over each quivering mass As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble Eliminating doubt Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my......

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...I was nervous before I first posted Apprehensive what people would think Would my poems be lauded or roasted Hit submit and then grab a stiff drink. My words on the screen looked so helpless ......

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