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Below are the all-time best Marshall New poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Final Goodbyes

The choir of angels sing
we all gather for goodbye
when the knell rings
heaven slowly cries
your chariot awaits
as does the resting place
through the graveyard gates
the Undertaker's placid face
carefully Earth is dug
the casket lowered down
loved ones kiss and hug
Amazing Grace is sound
your spirit rises above
tell S. Peter when you're there
we will care on and love
and please save me a squishy chair.

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This Poem

This poem started easy
lines were flying out
but, now they're rambling
words from a child's mouth.

Ideas now dry up
I try to bring it to an end
that's when poem becomes,
a fiend instead of friend.

Now I write and I write
I don't want to but must,
If this pen leaves the paper
I may become dust.

This poem, this poem
How it is poison in my veins,
Haunting my dreams and thoughts
driving me insane.

An addiction that won't cure
thought it's killing me inside,
I want more and more
I've become Jekyll and Hyde.

One moment i can stop
then the beast appears,
manifesting itself
into my worst fears.

This poem, this poem
Oh God help me this poem,
I'm sacrificing myself
trying to appease the totem.

But the more I write
the clearer i see,
What this poem really is
why I write with first degree.

This poem is my life
why it seems over when it's hard,
yet why I keep going
learning when I'm scarred.

This Poem, I will keep writing
until my pen has dried,
then my time will be for the Reaper
To take me to the other side.

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Making My Lines Rhyme

I hate this monorhyme
taking up my time
why does every line
always have to rhyme
would it be a crime
to go and eat a lime
it would to steal a dime
but this monorhyme
is turning my brain to slime
I better go wash off the grime
so I can pick up a girl in her prime.

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The Predator

I lurk in the darkness as I wait
My victim unknowingly enters the gate
This day has been coming for so long
Only one shot, I can't get it wrong
I hear the key turn, so I start to rise
The light flicks on, And I yell "SURPRISE!"

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Pump the Brakes

In a world that is just Go, Go, Go
sometimes I have to yell "Slow, Slow, Slow"
A sunrise is slow, so is the sunset
for everyone rushing you should let,
the colors trap you like a fish in a net.

Today youth wants age, and Age wants youth
Look All the make-up creams as my proof
My brother is so small, but he can't wait,
until he blowing the candles to his 18th cake
I tell him, "It's okay to pump the brakes."

See, rith now it's fine for you to play in dirt
Years later, you'll cuss when it's on your shirt
The bills on the counter will make you grow enough
and empty gas tanks makes life really rough
Not to mention filling the house with expensive stuff.

They say life is highway, no it's the autobahn
you have to cut people off just to get on
Nowadays it's give me, give me, then let me take
slow down everyone, please pump the brakes
One day, there'll be no more birthday cakes.

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Regrets

I decided along time ago
that i would never have regrets
regrets keep you in the past
when everyone else moves forward
When I met the love of my life
then broke heart in two
I didn't regret it
I moved on

Of course the next girl
threw my heart of glass at the wall
it shattered in a million pieces
but, alas no regrets
no, i taped humpty dumpty together
limped on not regretting i met her
not regretting her face
not regretting her smile

The only promise I've ever kept
was the one I made to myself
No regrets, no living in the past
I will move on, I will survive
Oh but how soon one discovers
How quickly regrets are important
to error is human, to regret to have a soul
it keeps the heart pure

It's almost the definition of irony
I almost regret no more regretting.

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Life, Coming Soon To Dvd

Sifting through all these photographs
I see they only show when people laugh.
Making a brief moment of happiness last
because of couse, all good things shall pass.
We don't want them to remind us of memories bad
like when we cry or become insanely mad.
Yet, when we look at these past moments
how they've came and went.
We become melancholy that they're gone
like most of the people in them are.
Gone from the moment, but not our mind
for us to relive in picture, sort of a rewind.
They we hit play, bringing us back to Earth
For life to fly by, just like Fast Forward.

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Hotdogs

Sometimes I fell like a hot dog
trapped inside a bun
I need several supports around me
just to be good

I can't relish the good times
whenever they come
My past plays ketchup
no matter how fast I run

I can't ever find the strength
that must be mustard 
I find it hard to escape
the never-ending cluster

So when my friends ask me
"What is wrong"
I simply smile and reply
"Do you know what's in a hot dog?"

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Diary of a Soon To Be Madman, Entry 1

okay, so I'm just sitting there,
and she comes into the room.
My attention has become stuck,
I don't think they make brain glue.
Her hair just sort of flows,
like a rampant river of honey.
Her eyes hold me ransom,
But... but I don't have any money.
She glides like an angel,
into my, yes my adjacent seat.
My senses are intoxicated,
I bet she tastes sweet.
Wait, woah; 
my thoughts can't go there.
I've lost myself,
I have to leave here.
But she licks her ruby lips,
that's when my brain locks.
I suddenly can't breathe,
can't I loosen this throat knot?
She leans in for the kill,
I'm about to become a man!
My alarm clock starts screaming,
In a word: Damn.

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Fourth Favorite of Three

Why try when I'll Die 
This brings a tear to my eye
When I cry I get this high
Like a bird when it flies
The pain lets me kill
When I can't deal
With all of the pill
bottles needing refills
Why's it always me
Who can't fulfull a destiny
Yes me, 
the Fourth favorite child of three