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Best Poems Written by Colt Okeefe

Below are the all-time best Colt Okeefe poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Machine

In shadows cast by metal beams,
Where whispered thoughts and silence teem,
A cog in the machine does grind,
A pulse of purpose intertwined.


It turns with grace, yet feels the weight,
Of countless hands that twist fate's gate,
A little wheel that spins and spins,
With every turn, a story begins.


Among the gears, it finds its place,
An unseen force, a quiet grace,
While steam and steel make thunderous sound,
The cog persists, though rarely found.


With rust and oil, it meets the day,
In rhythm with the grand ballet,
A soldier in the industrial sea,
Yet dreams of freedom, wild and free.


What secrets lie within its core?
What visions haunt that metal door?
A life of purpose, small yet keen,
A thousand hopes, a cog unseen.


For every rise, a slow descent,
Each turn a moment, each moment spent,
Though bound to tracks, it can't forget,
That in this dance, it’s part of the net.


So hear the song of spinning fate,
And honor every tiny trait,
For in this world of iron and dreams,
Even the smallest cog redeems.

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Authentic Tears

In the depths of my soul, a river will flow
A river of tears, authentic and true
It's the only thing that can heal my woe
The only thing that can make me anew

The tears I cry are not just for show
They are the manifestation of my heart's pain
They are the proof of my love and my woe
The only thing that can make me whole again

The authentic tears I shed each day
Are the only thing that can drive the pain away
They are the one thing that can bring me peace
The only thing that allow me release

So let me weep, let me cry
Let me shed these tears, and let me die
For in their release, I'll find my reprieve
And in their flow, I'll find my release.

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Alone

Alone once more, the shadows fall,
In silence deep, I hear their call.
Whispers of dreams that danced on air,
Now fade to echoes, stripped and bare.


The sun dips low, a crimson sigh,
Painting the sky with a longing cry.
Each heartbeat lingers, a quiet refrain,
In the tapestry woven from joy and pain.


The world keeps turning, oblivious, free,
While I chase moments that used to be.
Footsteps fade on forgotten lanes,
Where laughter once bloomed like summer rains.


Yet in the stillness, a spark ignites,
A flickering flame in the coldest nights.
For solitude cradles the seeds of thought,
In the garden of solitude, wisdom is sought.


So I breathe in the twilight, embrace the night,
Find comfort in shadows, in soft silver light.
Alone once more, but not quite bereft,
For within me blooms the hope of what’s left.


The stars wink above with stories to share,
Of solitary journeys, of hearts laid bare.
In silent embrace, I learn to explore,
The beauty of being alone once more.

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Doctor Duck

Doctor Duck could not cluck
Whenever he tried, he was out of luck
So he bought bread
Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain


He'd wake up covered in crumbs
Looking like one of the bums
His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread


Doctor duck sure was out of luck
He'd lost it all, every single buck
Doctor Duck was fired
He was always tired


So he worked at the grocery store
All the bread he could want, and more
Just stock the shelves with food
And He'd be good.

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Death

In the dim-lit corner, shadows play,
Old Mr. Corpse has come to stay,
With a smile that's frozen, a gaze profound,
He whispers secrets without a sound.


The wallpaper peels, and the air is thick,
With tales of the living, and the time they pick,
Dust settles softly on forgotten dreams,
While laughter echoes in muffled themes.


His bony hands cradle a faded book,
With pages worn ragged, a well-trodden nook,
Tales of his youth—a dance, a sigh,
Of loves that once flourished, of moments gone by.


The clock ticks slowly, each second a sigh,
As we ponder the limit where living must lie,
Old Mr. Corpse, with wisdom bestowed,
Reflects on the paths we've all chosen to road.


Conversations drift like the smoke from a fire,
With remnants of passion, desire, and choir,
Yet here he remains, in this room filled with dust,
A reminder of fate, of decay, and of trust.


So raise up your glass to the specter so stark,
To the laughs that have lingered within the dark park,
For in every heartbeat, in every warm breath,
Is a dance with our shadows, a waltz with our death.


And though he may rot, in his silence profound,
Old Mr. Corpse keeps us close, safe and sound,
In the tapestry woven of life and its loss,
He gently reminds us—embrace, never cross.

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Would you

Would you be mad if I picked up the bottle?
Would you cry if I were to die
Lost to the cradle of death

Would you hold me close as I cry?
Would you hum me to sleep
As I softly weep?

Would you comfort me through the sorrow
Beg me to see tomorrow?
And I ask one more time, would you?

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Colors

A green eye like a shining Emerald
Like the waving seaweed
The leaf bearing trees
A wonderful green


A blue eye like a sparkling sapphire 
The foamy ocean, washing lost memories ashore
A juicy blueberry
A splendid blue


A red eye like a cut Ruby
A glistening strawberry
The autumn leaves
A beautiful red.


A yellow eye like a dazzling topaz
A tart lemon
The wildflowers blooming in spring
A glorious yellow


A purple eye like a gleaming amethyst
A rich and flavorful grape
The beautiful hues of a sunset
A pretty purple


A black eye like a breathtaking obsidian
A sweet chocolate
The silent and comforting embrace of the night
A breathtaking black

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Once

Once human, I walked through the trees,
In fields where the wildflowers danced in the breeze.
I laughed with the sun, I wept with the rain,
I cherished each moment, felt pleasure and pain.


My dreams were like stars in a velvet night sky,
I reached for the cosmos, my spirit would fly.
With love in my heart and a fire in my soul,
I wandered this world, both fragile and whole.


I spoke with the rivers, the mountains, the sea,
I listened to whispers from ancient oak trees.
Life flowed like water, a rhythm, a song,
With each heartbeat echoing, "This is where I belong."


But time, like a shadow, crept in quiet and sly,
And the laughter of youth began to pass by.
The world grew colder, the colors would fade,
What was once bright and vivid began to degrade.


Once human, I ponder the paths I have trod,
The laughter, the sorrow, the dance with the gods.
Yet echoes of kindness and moments of grace,
Are etched in the fabric, no time can erase.


Now dreams are like whispers, just whispers of night,
Yet in the still darkness, I still seek the light.
For once I was human, with all that it means—
A tapestry woven from hope and from dreams.


So here in this silence, I breathe and I learn,
That even in stillness, the embers still burn.
Once human, forever my spirit will strive,
For in every heartbeat, I am still alive.

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Feelings

Every day when I wake up
I feel ashamed my time isn't over
Every night when I go to sleep
I hope I never wake up


Every conversation I have I pray to end soon
Except the ones I have with you
The ones where we laugh and smile
Make it feel like it may be worthwhile

But alas once your gone
So is my joy, stuck to you
Although it may seem like a waste
I pray my life ends with haste


Even as our struggles grow
I find it harder to withstand each blow
The people say it's not that bad
They point, laugh, and call me mad


Each word cuts into me, like a thorn
They make me wish, and beg for a quick death
But they float away, like a lost breath
A forgotten wind being carried away


My pain seems to grow each day
Maybe I will fade away
But I remain in this place
Though I've fallen from grace

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Her

In shadows where your laughter used to dance,
I find the echoes of a sweet romance.
Each corner holds a whisper of your name,
A silent promise wrapped in tender flame.


The morning light spills softly through the glass,
And yet my heart still thinks of moments past.
A thousand words unsaid hang in the air,
As if the universe still holds you there.


I miss the warmth that wrapped around my soul,
The way your presence made the broken whole.
Each day a canvas painted with your smile,
Yet every brushstroke feels a painful mile.


The stars above seem dimmer since you’ve gone,
A lullaby of memories, a song.
I wander through the days, a quiet flame,
Forever searching for a trace, a name.


But in the stillness, I learn how to cope,
Embracing shadows, weaving threads of hope.
For though I miss you more than words can say,
I carry you within me, day by day.


So here’s to love that echoes through the night,
To memories that shimmer, soft and bright.
I miss you deeply, but I’ll carry on,
Finding strength in love that’s never truly gone.