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"oon" poems

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I Will Bei will be / M o ving in the Street of her / bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the traffic of

E. E. Cummings28

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Fake friendship: An acrostic**F**or your convenience / **a**nd mine, I am / **k**ind and sensitive at times, just

@rashmitha-rao14

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The Ruined Maid“O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! / Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? / And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?”—

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Balloon Trip. / •come with me on a / special trip•hop aboard my big ball-

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The Time We Excommunicated My FatherEvery now and again, I think about where my dad might be, and what he might be doing at the very moment in which I think of him. “No dignity, no duty,” I remember my Grandfather saying. We, meaning my mom and I, think that his current dwelling is south, somewhere in Arizona. Maybe alone, maybe with a recent girlfriend who hasn’t realized how two-faced he is yet. It went something like this: when I was the little old age of three, he decided to leave me, my mom, and my sister. He said we were an expense not worth retaining. Having us around couldn’t pay back the debt he owed from his failing business proposition, the invention of a hybrid eating utensil that combined a fork, spoon, and knife together to increase the amount of table room at restaurants and finer consumption establishments for large parities of impatient patrons. His “would-be” investors claimed they already had the “spork” and that hybrid eating utensils were a thing of the past. He cursed the world, anointing the words **** you, I'll make it... I'll make it big somewhere else," and simply was gone ever since. / “Your father is a very bad man,” My mother explained to my watering eye. “I hereby excommunicate him from this family. We are going to love each other in this house.” / “What’s ex-chum-oon-eh-cating mean?” I asked diligently, wiping a tear.

@paul-rousseau5

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Muse in the MayhemI keep seeing hints of you / In forced synchronicity / Where everything adds up to **5**

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Corax versus Tisias**....this poem is dedicated to our fellow-poet here at HP, Marisa White...** / **Corax versus Tisias** / (1) CORAX PRESENTS HIS CASE

@raj-arumugam41

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Poem of incorperative made up languages by Nathan Douglas Day the beautious.Oon gallee um tonem eh / hallo caking elenta meh / oft alone on windy days

@nathan-douglas-day9

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Tonight I'm Free**T**he Purple Veils Of Twilight Slithered Into The Sky, / **O**ver The Sleek Surface Of The Stream Stars Tango, / **N**ighttime Prayers Skim Whisps Of Navy Clouds,

@sydney-victoria13

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By The Old PillarAround the old pillar we used to dance, / I gaze at its worn face. / Is it odd I sit in a trance,

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Anagram**I** will look for you in the faces of those I pass by forever / **M**oments pass when I can't disguise it, even / **I**f I try to shake those tears out of my head, I know

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Uma Thurman**U**nderneath this full / **M**oon I sit / **A**nd watch

@StayFrostyNina10

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CHRISTMAS (ACROSTIC)**C**hariot brimful of **Gold** / **H**orse drawn from a realm of / **R**ainbows for us to **Hold.**

@KikodinhoAlexandros12

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Almost Easy**A**nd as I was driving along; almost / **L**osing control, over an inspirational thought. / **M**any times that has happen, but *I am fine* ---

@StayFrostyNina10

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A.W.E.S.O.M.E.**A**wesomeness is the / **W**onder of life, like an / **E**gg, that would

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Igloo (burning eyes)she was all but the anorexia in stockings... / a drum! a drum! a drum! / a guitar riff! NA HOO!

@removed.polaroid-scrabble23

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Fillings**H**ere, have these fortune cookies, / **O**bserve how smooth each cookie is, / **W**ow! Just so sensual the feeling is.

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humming hubrisyou appear so fragile: / i don't know whether / to want you,

@removed.polaroid-scrabble98

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polygon2laugh imagine us but not us . like seperated by something like a mouth [i guess] with teeth sharp and eyes red and yellow surrounding ^suffocating me me me you plus me we could fuse in2 1 thing one being like an abs sense of it love only desire or the pavlov relfelx in ur [my] throat when u gag on me it with crying tears of blood and ***** on the carpet on mey feet nthne then they/ we we do it agian and aign and agn on the bed counter even floor ground til ur crying and i would 2 if i could i swear to god if i could eve-n ******* cnsdr HIM as real as that " i love u " but its mor of a question than an answer mor of a randm assmont of symbols (&_%etc) than a [CENSORED]. but her e u r. breathing my air nd wartring my skin with bruisez or **** ,tears ,blood just u u liquify and injeced into m y-v e in s .ha. ha ha ha. ... lafwith me cuz nothing is fucki n rea a l . . . / s oon .

@j-the-computer1

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secretzalluvit iz **truth** / reflecting on a / *matter* of

@softcomponent4

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The Sweet Distance***I*** talk of my days and my nights. / **M**ind the gap I won't when we meet, / ***I*** will embrace you just so very tight,

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