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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This is “all-natural” beauty. This is what you want. Do you believe in real values? Give Gro-a-Rose™ a shot! So many have sung about “roses” But that was the rose of the past Get with it and buy the new upgrade That grows really, really FAST! You can’t argue with poetic...
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    I am who I am. I feel what I feel. I breathe in, I breathe out. I defend what is real. The ground is beneath me. The sky is above. And nothing else matters, nothing but love....
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    we’ve made it to the top bunk now and you lie back and poise your mind on sheets spread across a starry night and I curl in around you i climbed up here to hold my breath to see some light beyond the sun to see the shapes that shift in my closed eyes whenever our lips are locked ...
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    He sleeps, ashes fallen against the sheets from the cigarette between his teeth that he grinds as he breathes and the fire warms the bed and licks his feet like a loving old cat and he dreams heat waves off the meridian the green, and saltgentle ocean back at home, and mother’s son...
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    Whoever your poem was written for is very lucky to be her. Wherever she is, your words, (I’m sure) have made her feel like light on the water. If I were her, I would have read your poem (to her) again and again and my hands might have shaken (if I were she) and I might have wished th...
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    i have very little to say to you i’ve already burned the truth my room reeks of it, and all my clothes no matter how many bars of soap i use a lie told often enough does not become a truth a truth is a one-shot-one-dot-one-chance-final-high-note-maiden-name-last-dance-answer-to-bubb...
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    My earliest memory: I am watching my father in battle. The sun glints off his bronze armor, his red cape swishes as he raises his spear with its rounded duct-tape tip. I sit on my long hair, a flower wreath atop my head, pulling at grass with my toes. My parents have been medieval re-enactors since...
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    Rapunzel wasn’t just trapped up high she was pulled down low by her heavy curls on your knees on your hands and knees like a ray of light tumbling out the window reaching for the thorns, the grass, the rose And our own Rapunzel she wasn’t blind she could see, could feel herse...
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    the fruits have lost the sweetness they don't need us anymore my sister found a fossil where there used to be a shore i know my mother's dying and about the genocides of things i can't imagine called whales and butterflies you've been lying in the textbooks the ocean...
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    Well, this son of a gun had some kids, and he named them Vini, Vidi, and Vici. And he smiled with pride at his imported bride, (a gift for not being too preachy) and her hand, it was raised, like they taught her in school (education is really a bastion.) But he let her hand stay and ca...
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    "Observe this human being bright, her eyes alert, her small hand raised to answer any question that the world could pose, her mind could raise. "Observe this human being blunt, his dirty hair across his face. The way he scoffs all but his truths is how they develop: this race....
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    Look where we are, love. here. In your bright eyes is all of right and yes. And the star rats can scurry on the mirror of the sky, but we know (now) A vile thing will never be alive and you can doubt. Do. But forever revere. What you ...
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    It was the way his familiarest of initials Looked up at him, forsaken Off the official document. He harkened back to the way that they danced In purple crayon (smears and small triangular clumps of shedded wax) They never lost their solemnity, those three letters (always shoulder to sho...
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    and (as I waste my math classes typing your name into my calculator) or you curl up, just you (alone) in the corners of your bloated home isn't it lonely, with equations swarming like greedy bees, to find that you have tapped into that aching question mark, which brings you up, then ...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    mr. burns didn't know squat and all that he learned he promptly forgot. And all that he dreamed, he kept to his sleep, and he honestly was no more useful than deep. Then one day a teacher woke up his mind and said to him, "burns, you're a one of one kind" put h...
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    “Yonder pretty pill-popper popped her pretty pink pills And opened her mind up to lacy pink thrills. This pretty pill-popper popped up on her cot And bopped me a headache I never forgot. That flimsy femme fatal got plump as a frog Forgot all my faults in a fuggy fat fog She told m...
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    Deer Mrs. Brown, What can I say that I haven't yet said? I'm sorry I killed it, I'm sorry it's dead. It's lookded so fragile and sorry the way its ends turned all broken and flimsy and gray. I'm sorry that I was so clumsy and slow, blundering round like m...
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    Forgettingly remember (loudly) all the sweetness of my fleeting and the way your heart could scream when its lungs were firm as being you are what old men know best you are what they best remember what they think they are sometimes (reality's a dying ember) stumblingly remember me ro...
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    words are so loaded and looks are so wordy, filled with the things that I'm yelling inside glances and smiles not sad but not happy I'm sorry. For what? Oh, remember that time when I hurt you? On purpose? No, never; I couldn't. That time was so little, but I died inside. We talk here ...
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    let us (you and me) play 'first humans' (I'll be Eve) or we can be born from the sweet, chunky earth but oh let's you and me pretend we are first they teach us in school about what we were given but it's time ...
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    Oh, what a lovely hat you wear big little miss with the silver hair look how it orbits your sad droopy ears like dust rings orbiting gaseous spheres Look at that war-torn scarlet feather battered in righteously screaming weather Look at the flowers that bloom on the brim like your min...
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    my love has two cold sparkles for eyes and hard, gold tornados for hair and when he speaks he speaks like pillars of old hieroglyphs hiding painful truths about the cerebral cortex and so forth and when my love sits his back is straight and his chin is high and when he hugs his arms are al...
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    remembering how to care is like remembering a dream because it's something that's so wild and true your mind can't soak it in and i think caring about anything 's a gift that helps you sleep at night i know for sure that sleep is linked to dreams in dreams you always care and maybe i am crazy...
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    the shy, baby-pink dream looked up at me and asked if I would be so kind? as to let him breathe my breath the dream grew hard and red and plump until he fell and burst and spread through the moss at the bottom of my heart and now he lives in me and in every smile I give and in every...
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    in a corner of a corn field, he ate a husk string by string peeling with dirty fingernails in the corner of the corner he buried the cob with its side side up he slept with his back bent like the side of that freedom box in a corner of a corner of a corner of a cornfield, he found th...

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