Stories tagged “poems”
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The Old Lady
Sharp, shiny pieces and a Shivering Smashing sound. My pretty wet face wrinkled on the floor. Who sees it but me, what was before. Segments of beauty, drowning in itself. Melted by the unseeing eye. —Lynna Waters
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Where Poets Come From (part one)
Poets are more than conceived. They are transformed to meet the eye of life. What do I mean by this? A poet has unparalleled depth and passion blazing inside of them throughout time, and they have the remarkable ability to convert that into words. The ...
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Where Poets Come From (part two)
So to conclude this matter, poets come from the deer prancing through the meadow, or the flower blooming in the field. Though many flowers may be blooming with it, there is no telling which of them will be picked. Poets can come from the sky, or even f...
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A Poem I Wrote at 1:55 in the Morning.
Once upon a time there was a Man, Who deigned to spend the time upon a Plan. He tweaked, adjusted, and refined his pet Until one day his efforts were all set. Some other Men he soon had to employ, And they deservèd all that they enjoyed. Quite soon, a...
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Not Supposed To Be This Way
No. It isn’t supposed to be this way. It never was supposed to end up this way. Reading all the poems I wrote you, I can still remember how happy I was. Now the words I held so dear, Mean nothing to you. It’s not supposed to be this way.
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Quick Associations (Slant Rhymes: lines 1&4, 2&5, 3&6, 4&7)
Defunct Archaic Slumped Punked Mosaic Verklempt; stumped Debunked
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Given the Boot
There once was a lady who lived in a shoe But there she liveth no more; Her apartment of old Was not rent-controlled And the rates went up in Q4.
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Falling Up
For weeks I’ve spiraled down, Down into a dark despair.. For weeks I’ve been numb.. Numb and without a care. You were there, you were there. For days I’ve felt nothing, Nothing and nothing and nothing. For days I’ve been dead.. ...