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Best Poems Written by Cheryle Sanders

Below are the all-time best Cheryle Sanders poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Atishoo

At Christmas I contracted the flu
From taking the kids to the zoo
The hippos were a wheezing 
Ten monkeys were sneezing 
Now my temperature’s a hundred and two!

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Ten Mile Universe

thirteen year old boy 
south central 
stagnating pond 
in a ten mile universe 

he had dreams 
aspirations 
knew there was more 
education, it propels 
he would teacher 
(aim lower doug) 
a social worker 
something 
anything but 
the gang 

seventh grade came too soon 
'blood, you are not better 
we are the same 
i say you sell 
you sell 
you feel me?' 

he felt a lot 
fear 
electrified anxiety 
his heart pounding in his chest 
plummeting at terminal velocity 
just before impact 
and the feeling he might pee 

fear motivates 
so he sold 
corner of Imperial 
LA cap over deer eyes 
hoodie masking baby lips 
rosy cheeks 
wishing he were anywhere 
but here 

he grew small ball 
and got things down 
head low 
deepen voice 
small $10 big $25 

no fear 
any trouble 
run! 

a year dragged 
his big day arrived 
life changer 
f#@k 
he didn't want a tat 
screw that! 
nevertheless 
he was getting it 
on his neck 
that was the worst part 
branded for life 
for all to see 
f#@k 

he contemplated running 
but where? 
they would find him 
cowards don't survive the hood 
in a ten mile universe 
with no Benjamin's 
he wasn't going anywhere 
life on lock down 

inked up homey 
with a scrapbook body 
flicks the switch 
buzz 
buzz 
blue ink 
dip
he wants to touch his neck 
one last time... 
'move your hand, fool' 
no time for goodbyes 

ten minutes later 
NSL 
running from hairline 
down his neck 
and that's that 
another one bit the dust 
demolished dreams 
innocence lost 
future? 
what future? 
maybe he could teach in the pen'

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Lottery Loser

I enter the lottery discretely
For a dollar I do it quite cheaply
I’ve never won a cent
But this doesn’t prevent
Me from giving them my money weekly

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Fantasy Vacation

I dream of a fantasy vacation 
At a steamy, exotic location 
I’d pound Monkey's Martini 
In my polka dot bikini 
And sip water for added hydration.

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Santa

christmas advances 
dashing reindeer jingle bells 
fat jolly white bearded man

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The Homeless Toreador

There was a dashingly hansom young Toreador 
Who slept on the floor of a corridor 
But things they got worst 
When he met this cute nurse 
Now he sleeps in her medical storage draw.

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Paula Deen's Type 2 Haiku


all that Southern food 
butter, cream, fat and sugar 
look where it got y'all

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Rhyming Poetry Is For Children

I am so fed up with the school of rhyme 
and those that do it ALL THE flipping TIME 

It how we are taught as little pups 
it's not a genre befitting grow ups 

It's okay to throw a rhyme in here and there 
but Jesus Christ, really, EVERYWHERE? 

If I start to read a pieces that rhymes 
every other frigging line 
it makes me want to yank out all my hair 
so I close the page and go else where 

if you think that rhyming is where it's at 
then your sentiments are falling flat 

Let the children have their style 
Use it sparingly; once in a while 

I wrote this poem to prove I can... 
write just like neanderthal man 

If variety is the spice of life 
then tell me: why is rhyming so rife?

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Capitalization

When you write using capitalization 
You don’t give us consideration 
It reads like you yell 
They could hear you in hell 
It’s a literal abomination

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I Hate the Moon

I hate the moon because I look at the same one as you, yet you are so far away. 
I miss our childhood days when we lived on top of each other, argued, looked and smelled the same. 
I fear as we grow old we will grow further apart. 
This is why I sometimes cry, even though I am so very tough. 
No matter how much time goes by, I love you, Big Sister, with all my heart and more than words could ever say. 
My iron butterfly ?