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Below are the all-time best Some One poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Your Vineyard

You have not yet learned how to scream
Nor shout or yell or call
You have learned how to bottle
Pouring wines from your fingertips
You are a vineyard of emotions
Anger plucked too early from the vine
Is the sourest crop you grow here
But guilt is your most popular flavor
You sell a wine called "The Seven Sins"
You had no idea fermented fear would sell so well
It fills your head with whispers or addicts
But customers love the adrenaline aftertaste
I'd like to buy your vineyard, please
I'd like to burn it to the ground
I'd like to set the "no talking" sign aflame
And I'd like to hear you scream
As your life work falls to ash and smoke
I'd like to hear you scream
Please, I beg, learn how to scream.

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Because You Do Not Have Eyes

When you ask me about myself, 
I will take note of your lack of eyes,
Because you have no eyes,
I will tell you all my secrets
I will tell you how I wish on stars,
And how for years I thought
The universe voted against me
So I used opposites to trick her.
I will tell you how I clench my teeth
While I untangle a ball of yarn
How I whisper promises to my plants
The same way I wish someone would me.
I will tell you I am not a violent person
But I feel best when throwing a punch
How I hold a pocket knife in my fist
How I don't think I would hesitate to use it.
I will tell you I feel safest in sound waves
But my fingers trip on each other
Yet my tongue is my clumsiest feature
And my brain is no help on the matter.
I will tell you so many secrets
Hundreds of the thousands I've collected
Because you do not have eyes,
Because I do not know you.

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Sorry

I think I'll die by suffocating
That's what I tell you in the conversation
We'll never have
Because you don't exist
Sorry
It's one of the worse ways to go
Pleading with the universe for any air
My brain would be screaming
And all I can do is listen as it yells
And all I can say is 
Sorry
I didn't want this to happen
But sometimes I chew on cotton 
And I run out of water
And sometimes I swallow wrong
And there's an air bubble in my throat
And I think I'm going to die
So to my brain
Sorry

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I Won't Remember Christmas

Today I'll build myself a wreath
I'll buy the floral tape
I'll hunt for pines and mistletoe
I'll bend them into shape

Today I'll play a Christmas song
I'll find the merry tune
I'll sing for joy and family love
I'll play on for the moon

Today I'll bake a Yule log cake
I'll work tirelessly
I'll work out chocolate ganache years
I'll make you candied sleep

Today I'll hold my family close
We'll gather 'round the fire
I'll tape my eyes and try to find
Ways out of mad desire

Today I'll search for hours on end
I'll make it all okay
But I still know, when it comes
I'll forget Christmas day

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Dull Day

Today I woke up colorblind
My wake up call was gray
I shuddered at my purgatory
It shuddered the same way
I got up, found my state of ruin
We chatted over tea
It dug into my heavy heart, 
My soul it seeked to glean
A shame I woke up colorblind
And tomorrow I will too
For I miss the loving shades of green
Of yellow and of blue

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Tonight the Sky Wants a Poem

Tonight the stars shine in a way that is devastating
Because they are the cursor blinking steady on my screen
The inky background the cursed shine lays upon
Steals the very words from my fingertips
This act of thievery expands full throttle
Searching
               Down
                         Down
                                    Down
I choke on a vine of thorns trailing my vocal chords
As I feel my words vanish from my throat
My tongue is still tangled from the last robbery
When the vibrations fell flat off the percussion in my ear
I don't think my thief realises it was an offering for them
I hope the Universe deems this a good offering
And I hope the Sky does not target your brilliance next

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Cheesy Love Letter Poem

Don't fall in love with the boy up the street
The one who finds himself tangled in a tree
The one who you desperately want to be friends
The one who you hope makes this crush end
Do not fall in love with the boy in your class
The one who makes the room explode with his laugh
The one who starts walking up to you one day
The one who asks what game should he play
Do not fall in love with the boy at the match
The one who you know will never fall back
The one who you know likes all your friends better
The one who you will never send this letter
Do not fall in love with the boy in your class
The one who you wish would stop crossing your path
The one who you know won't like you that way
The one who won't know your name the next day.

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I Want To Be a Writer

I want to be a writer
I want words to worm their way
Out of the outer oblivion orchard
Where I pick pink pieces of my mind.
I want to be a poet
I want poppies picked perfectly preserved
From the consciously created cracks of concrete
Found situated solidly in separated stanzas.
I want to be a singer
I want sounds seeping from senseful songs
Instead of trapped tearing at my terrible tongue
As my vocals vanquish my volatile vocabulary.
Unfortunately, the aforementioned is abandoned due to abysmal accidents.

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The Concept of Leaving

If this were my last
Regret would be my truest friend
Soothing judgements on my brow
As she says it is the end
Kill me with my carving knife
She’s sharpening my skull
Poetry’s a morbid story
Perfect murder in a drawer
She walks me to my purgatory
Singing songs I bought from Time
He sold me his very essence
For the promise he’d get mine
Regret and Time stand side by side
While Death does reap my soul
Business man and dearest friend
When did I lose control?

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Blade of Chance

Leaning on the edge of faith
Against my neck chance is a blade
Gripped by every mortal hand
A slash and push I will not land
Immortal beings still my fear
Sing sweet to me the ending near
My hand upon the blade of chance
Oh darling, don’t we live to dance?