Upper Poems - Poems about Upper

I hold the power in my hand to harness light across the land there's beauty in love's synchronicity when sharing happens with reciprocity AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on April 14, 2025 to contest YOUR CHOICE O sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention Posted on April 6, 2025...

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My buddy will always be like poetry. But sadly, the poetry itself caused suddenly an emotional rift. And I thought she will be standing firmly at her stand and I would remain feeling stupidly upper hand and silently drift. But she proved herself to be the better one just to make me realise graciously a real buddy bond does not ever break or shift and showed me thawing my...

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Kicking stones is one way to pass time Other times will be riding the bike There are many ways that you can find Take a walk through town and see the signs Then going out on some friendly hike Hanging with friends after the bell ring Then playing some sports shortly after And go to see the newest showing Having...

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A part of the upper crust of society I have never been Methinks “down to earth” more accurately Describes this old homosapien No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair Just little old simple me Now that word “simple” can be misleading I don't think I've ever been considered simple In terms of brain power But at the other end of the scale Certainly never...

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A butterfly, aliferous, of subtle slights, soniferous, common spirits, days just went by, aliferous . . . a butterfly. Low pinnacles alight sought rest forgiving sun favors spread best microscope's trial . . . clinical's nigh shipyard trash, few binnacles. A game of chess, castling sleight clouds, floating iced-pawn, a seaboard crowds, Queen waves her move, column King, guess, castling sleight clouds, a game of chess. A...

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Level up my friend Increase in potential You have succeeded...

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Where learned men converse On college grounds traverse Those lads debonair and debutantes fair With diamonds in their purse By limousine conveyed Their education's paid A most common tale of Harvard and Yale Where seeds of affluence laid When privileged young voyeurs Become doctors and lawyers From arrogant perch they snub and besmirch Sneering at Tom Sawyers Under thumb of those knaves We become but their slaves Placed in...

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The upper crust folks do not trust they bite into the lower Beer and pretzels just five bucks chew on life much slower...

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Rumination. Too long an elongation Oblivion Too easy a high five to see in freedom, in scope of Pentagon The eternal fire, chest of drawer and homeland security Almost a climax toward Bermuda triangle A selfless supplication in the third act Without writing how will you find meaning too , through abstraction? I am an assonance To odd a pain In revision of torn...

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Mary Smith, a famous knocker-upper in London's East End, Shot dried peas with her pea shooter. At workers windows to wake them up to get to work on time Every morning Mary walks up and down the east end with her pea shooter Shooting dried peas at the shattered windows waking everybody up to that familiar tune of tap tap tapping dried peas on my window....

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Now we have been released from the EU, and its cheap cost of livingWe are now going British with prices that are more than unforgiving...

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Having lived in multiple ports Comingling with people of various sorts Living in luxury or existing in squalor Coffers full or down to last dollar In town after town one constant remained Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained In areas it seemed that inherited blight With hardly the cash to keep on a light An Abode a stiff breeze from...

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A time you must exploit To have things for him spoilt; To stop The Cynical, His knockout ‘Technical’… Let him drink more punches And keep making bunches; Soon, The guy you would waste And His Hopeless Case rest… More jabs to his soft head To soon help him see Red… He’d be hating himself And you laughing yourself You take the Center Stage And he shall be All...

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From the internal of the internal, to the throne of the Eternal, the bitter turns sweeter scening eternity to the sigher, soothing and solacing the sinner , and O! silencing the sneaky serpent. Like an eagle it causes the drooping sobbing spirit to rise over salty storms....

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Keep a stiff upper lip, it isn't that bad Things will surely get better Life is a series of these ups and downs Surely isn't always fair weather Unpredictable is a word that's often used When referring to things in general For some strange reason as we all get older Life gets somewhat less pleasurable Can't do the things we once did...

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