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Unknown

The Corner

Hangin' out on the corner is,
A fine pastime that educates.
With poems from all walks of life,
It sometimes even leads to dates.

The subjects too are varied wide,
From love to hate and all between.
From flow'rs and trees to cars and boats,
It really is a happ'nin' scene.

It teaches and it entertains,
From minds and hearts around the globe.
With worlds of words that cross the seas,
To hit you in the frontal lobe.

Community, comraderie,
With comments kind in thoughtful prose.
Emoticons add style and flash,
Usually add some of those.

Sometimes our tears are brought to eyes,
From verses touching from the heart.
And others make us laugh out loud,
With silly lines from some ol' fart.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Well, everybody else was writing one, so I thought I'd put my two cents in...
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Unknown

Stains

Stains on yellowed linens,
On arms of easy chair,
Tear stains on a pillow,
And stains in underwear.

Coffee stains on tables,
From burning midnight oil.
Stains on faded bluejeans,
From gas and grease and soil.

Tar stains on crooked teeth,
From years of sucking smoke.
And similar addictions,
Like coffee, tea and Coke.

Stains that tell a story,
Of life lived day by day,
Until the final staining
As life's blood drains away.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
An ink stain on my jeans...
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Staff

The Broken Home

You turn your head,
And my heart breaks.
To see that smile,
Upon your face.
How long's it been?
I cannot tell.
That day you left,
And darkness fell.
All of the tears,
And broken dreams.
Bury my face,
None hear my screams.
I hope she's worth,
This broken home.
A single mom,
Wife all alone.
This story's old,
Before my time.
A man who cheats,
Far past his prime.
All those who would,
Please hear this call.
Lust fades away...
Love Conquers All!
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
How a wife might feel when her husband leaves her for another woman.
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Unknown

my twin brother's name is PEE-tah

A VERY VAIN VINE

Twine twisted around a vine
Whilst the philodendron were doing just fine
No weed to choke a tulip by a bud beguiled
And there were no weeds to make certain we all smiled

Laughter began every day when the alarm clock rang
But I heard the echo of a sorrowful song an angel once, for both of us, sang
Thusly didst the angel singing being offered up as a present
Then a seraphim repaired her sorrow because they want all of us feel pleasant

I would tell you I’m glad you became an appendage of mine
And came simply to make this sodden soul once again to shine
Sometimes things go awry and for a moment you feel sad
But that’s only because he knows how he treated love as a fashion in fad

The sight of vines and aroma of the philodendron filled the air
While a man demanded a lady be ever his with a flesh so fair
He might do s**t like that for you but as for me he’s all about doom
Because i’m just a urinal in the universal and unilateral men’s room
© 2011.…phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful
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Unknown

My Big Sister

We fought like cats and dogs as kids,
But made up as we grew.
Yet loved each other all along,
That, at least, we knew.

Though only three years older than,
She thought it made her boss.
But I did not take orders well,
And ev'ry line would cross.

She married young, and not so well,
Divorced then right away.
He used her to get papers so,
Stay in the USA.

Then tragedy struck later on,
Blood vessel in her brain.
Six months in a coma as,
Our mother prayed in vain.

Though over thirty years ago,
It still hurts to the bone.
A fighter to the end, you see,
Was my big sister, Joan.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
Dedicated lovingly to her...
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Oceanzest

Little Black Sambo

Light it up like Rambo
what ever happened to Sambo
victim of the mambo
from the land of banjo

His father was Black Jumbo
his mother was Black Mumbo
tigers round a tree they come-bo
to a pool of ghee they did go
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
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Unknown

DID will, BILL, and GILL get THERE pill?

DID WILL, BILL AND GIL GET THEIR PILL?

I got this great idea to invent a pill
Make it so men can get pregnant as well
Dudes walking around in camouflage
Get a huge belly and know pregnancy is an un-earthly hell

This pill will be mandated and mandatory to ingest
Let’s let men do what women have been doing since Eve
Let the future climb out of Walter’s womb
With little baskets to make and baby blankets to weave

So mommy is in one hospital room and daddy’s in another
And our peaceful home will be noisy for quite a while
One kid from her and the other one from him
And the dad wonders how his wife can summon a smile

Don’t all of you get it, there’s been a problem for years?
And we should have monitored each and every birth
Because all we’ve accomplished is a problem made worse
And doesn’t everyone understand we are over-populating the earth?
© 2011.….~free cee!~ FREEPOETRY
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam
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New Generation Poets

Kathy, Abby, Pink and Mady
Each a CS poetry lady
Keep the corner glowing warmly
Each one with her heartfelt poetry

This applies to all on this site
Each one who decides to indite
Seek to improve with every write
Your true talent shall come to light

Let your true feelings be your guide
And express what you feel inside
You can feel a deep sense of pride
Knowing that you sincerely tried

You are a new generation
To carry on the tradition
By posting your own creation
Of poetic inspiration
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
iambic tetrameter
(eight syllables per line)
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CATS

Cats are natural destroyers of rodents
Protecting man's property from the same
Based on this, humans may have seen the sense
In giving household felines a good name

Cats are treasured in many homes today
And are viewed as part of the family
They just need some food to eat, and to play
And they can be quite pleasant company

Cats and young children make good company
They all share in a common playfulness
Having fun with each other cheerfully
And filling each other with happiness

There are persons who are isolated
And life for them can be very lonely
A pet cat can make them feel uplifted
And help to ease their feelings of misery

Egyptians gave cats a god-like status
This is shown in the writings of their scribes
Today, not all of that status is lost
Why else do we say a cat has nine lives?


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Photo of Egyptian Cat Goddess Bastet
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
Dedicated to Cat Lovers everywhere,
including my dear friend Travis.
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The Magnificent Air

Invisible air links all living things
Whether animals, plants or some other
Throughout Nature, this message rings
Living things share the air with each other

Food and water that animals take in
And oxygen from the air they inhale
Provide energy after processing
And carbon dioxide which they exhale

From carbon dioxide, plants take carbon
And incorporate it in their structure
This is through photosynthesis action
Which releases oxygen thereafter

These actions are repeated endlessly
Asserting the link between living things
It's a glorious marvellous unity
And the magnificent song Nature sings
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Posted: Jan 2021
About this poem:
The air we breathe is probably one of the most taken for granted things. It unites all living things. It levels the playing field. Some persons may consider human life to be superior to plant life. Yet, plants play a vital role in sustaining human life by replenishing the oxygen content of the air. They assimilate, into their structure, the carbon from the carbon dioxide human beings exhale and release the oxygen through photosynthesis, thereby replenishing the air's oxygen, which is vital for human existence

(iambic pentameter).
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