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Best Poems Written by Anna Dove

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Inspiration Calls For No Invitation, Only Motivation and Imagination

Where is your inspiration?
It’s waiting for some needless invitation,
Or perhaps it is waiting for you to have a needed revelation.

It didn’t fly off to Vegas like your wallet,
And it’s not right under your nose this time, 
But above it instead,
In that lovely brain of yours.

Now how about a pinch of motivation?
Perhaps your lack of drive is beyond salvation,
In this robot plagued nation.
Take a step,
Add another,
Whad’ya know? 
You’re on your way!

Last but not least let’s add a helping of imagination,
The golden key to finding any destination,
As we enter a land of ‘guestimations’. 
Cosmo Kramer said it best,
“In my mind, I’m already there!”

So go on now,
Eat your food for thought,
Imagination,
Motivation,
Inspiration,
I’ve never been a believer in mental starvation.

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Stirrup Irons and Wailing Sirens

I am from the synthetic turf,
Of which I never wish to touch myself.
I’m from beyond the mint juleps and fancy hats,
Where there isn’t such thing as wealth.

I’m from the steeplechase barns,
With the sharp hooves,
And soft muzzles,
Trainers, Jocks,
Personalities all like puzzles.

I am from the races,
Bonding with angry little men,
Sarcastic faces,
Drunken to a 10.
I am from the winners circle,
Screaming, laughing my ass off,
Crying the happiest of tears.
You win some, but you sure lose some throughout the tiresome years.

I am from the stirrup irons,
Forgetting what it’s like to enjoy food.
I am from the scales,
Watching my legs grow longer and longer,
As my chances grow shorter and shorter,
Yeah Pops, I know, I know, a Jock’s life is crude.

I’m from the top rail,
Learning things I shouldn’t,
From people I’m so glad to know.
Laughing, cursing like sailors,
Holding my breath for a second,
That will always feel like an eternity,
Never making a sound,
 Though the hoof beats drum on internally,
As the round the turn that I would so love to know,
The flashes of goggles, bats, manes tales,
Friend against foe.

I am from a family of two,
Not caring who or where the others might be,
Where I’m from,
 We’ve got more than we need.
I am from the line, 
For where the dot is- I wish not to see.

I’m from the land of ‘it ain’t over till it’s over’
The land of coming up from behind,
I’ll tell them that my intentions are not kosher,
That Zenyatta surely has my state of mind.


I’m from the Sport of Kings,
I wish to someday be its Queen,
Though I’m just a cheap claimer- don’t worry Pops I’ll make it,
Only at the racetrack,
The bell of my heart forever rings.

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Endless 'Luv'

Dear Girl,
Please go away.

You don’t love me,
You ‘luv’ me,
Because the latter is only a ghost of the first.
Don’t worry though,
I don’t hate you for it,
I only h8 you!

You don’t need me anyway,
Please go on,
You’ve got 2,435 profiles to ‘luv’ you less than I ever could.

See, we only ‘luv’ those famed children in Africa,
Because it’s only fifty cents to fix him up for today,
But tomorrow’s 50 cents?
Gee, sorry.

That’s the money you’re saving up for the next iPhone, right?
You know, the one that does basically the same things as the one you have now?
It takes better pictures though,
Better pictures to take of yourself,
You are always taking pictures of yourself,
Endlessly taking pictures of yourself.

I don’t think you even love your phone!
You drop it,
Lose it,
Cuss at it.
But that’s okay!
It’s only an inanimate object,
It has no feelings,
Say, that reminds me of how you treat someone else I know!
Her name starts with M and ends with E,
Take a wild guess.

Dear girl,
What do you love?

I believe that you truly love pictures,
The kind that have you in them,
Where you look pretty,
Happy,
Athletic,
Older,
Where you don’t look like yourself.

They aren’t pictures of you,
They’re pictures of you when you are at your best,
At your high-points.
Don’t tell me that your life is a high point.
I know you,
The real, true, splendid you,
That is becoming quite distant now.

Dear girl,
Stop saying you love me.

Stop saying ‘OMG I love you girlie!’
When I help you with your homework,
Carry your stuff,
Wait with you in the lunch line while my own food gets cold,
Become your slave,
Just to be ‘luved’.

Our friendship was great when it was fresh,
But as it ripened, it rotted as well,
And I feel as though it is way beyond its due date now.

You’re always telling me about these people that you hate,
But you only hate them because they’re prettier than you.
See, that’s the ‘h8’ kind of hate.
You can’t possibly hate that girl over there,
You’ve never talked to her,
You’ve never given her a chance,
You’ve not only acted h8ful towards her,
But hateful,
Because she likes the same boy that you like.
H8, h8, h8.

Dear girl,
Take some advice, will you?

Learn to love,
Learn to hate,
Learn to like,
Learn to dislike,
Learn that people who love, hate, like, and dislike,
Are loved, hated, liked, and disliked as well.

I wrote this about my former best friend in my Freshman year of highschool. You know how those things go! They get one look at some blonde haired cutie and bang! Gone.

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Spectacular Acrostic

Superb to the nth degree
Pleasant to behold 
Exceptional in quality 
Candied with extra-ordinaries
Terrifically produced 
Above average by far
Crazily addicting 
Unbelievable 
Lovely to witness 
Ageless
Radiant

Best Poems Written by Anna Dove

Racehorse Acrostic

Paradise Acrostic

Surely, Surely, Surely

Inspiration Calls For No Invitation, Only Motivation and Imagination

Stirrup Irons and Wailing Sirens

In Search of Nature Haiku

Women and Cars

Robin Hood, Robin Hood

Endless 'Luv'

Spectacular Acrostic