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Best Poems Written by Chris Loud

Below are the all-time best Chris Loud poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Olive Oil

You asked if we could both eat healthier
And I was not excited in the least
I tried the kale and beets; they weren't for me
Quinoa and tofu taste a lot like air
I knew you got frustrated as I smirked
You might think to yourself "Is he for me?"
I knew I'd have to try again for you
The next time we made lunch I took the lead
The jar of sandwich spread that I revealed
It made you smile and look me in the eye
The mayo-nnaise was made with olive oil
Less calories and saturated fat
We spread it on the bread from multi-grains
I said the special words; you knew I cared
"...with Olive oil". You said, "I love you too."

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Pencil Shavings

dead pencil shavings
lifeless wood wings collect
born to give words life

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Bouquet

aged plastic flowers
from an old box of my mom's
light up my office

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I Will Save You

What sounded like a woman's scream got me scrambling for the door,
I raced to save my cat at dawn so she could live some more.
The chilling woman's wails were really that of a hungry fox,
I hadn't put my shoes on yet only my dirty socks.
My shoulder hit the door frame as I launched out into space,
I crashed down in the back yard with my right foot out of place.
To the noisy scene I darted and a small fox scurried off in a line,
Jolting pain replaced my foot as my stunned cat's eyes met mine.
She didn't seem to care at all as I hobbled and whimpered and made my way,
Something was clearly on her mind, if she could speak I think she'd say,
"What on earth were you thinking? That small fox was mine to eat!
But, no, you engaged in bafoonery and tripped over your own two feet."
Apperantly the fox pup had been howling out of fright,
By now my bulbous foot throbbed and my head was feeling light.
With two bones broken and my ankle severly sprained,
The rosy color from my face had nearly all been drained.
Two crutches, one surgery and four months later from that day,
My right foot felt the ground again, I think the cat did say.
"Remember now, you can finally walk again, don't mess about like you do,
If you hear some screaming, just wait, and I will come save you."

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Biscoff Espresso

Dipped cookies break off
The last sip of espresso
Is sweet and thicker

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Inserted

If only Sunday happened every day
We're both excited as we rise and rouse
These mornings feel more intimate than most
Outside the Sunday paper lies in wait
Inserted in a blue and poly sheeth
I lay it at the hearth where she reclines
The Sunday crossword puzzle draws us near
Entwined we share the facts and solve the clues
Each answer gives a little rush of joy
Across and down unraveling every inch
Until the puzzle's boxes are all filled
Sometimes it goes much faster than I want
But other days to finish drains us both.

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In the Dryer

When you're feeling chilled
I'll bring you a warm blanket
When one's not enough
I'll have more in the dryer
So you will never be cold

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Isle In Asphalt

tall grass tickles
a bare tree growing through stones
an isle in asphalt
painted white lines go by
guiding the flow of morning