Best Pluck Poems

THE POET'S PLUCK - Langston Hughes

I Dream a World
where all people will be
Walkers With The Dawn
and completely free

In The Time Of Silver Rain
is the fresh new breeze
Juke Box Love Song
Springtime melodies

I Continue to Dream
though some hopes have not come
God comforts the losses
like a Mother to...

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Shall I Twice Pluck Thy Soft, Sweet Fruit

Should I court thee as moth to flame
sky to its wondrous blue?
Some say, love is but a fool's game
Aye, we both know untrue.

Shall I twice pluck thy soft, sweet fruit
be it with soft touch?
In such, will our love...

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To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.

Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.  
or the death of...

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a oxeye daisy
                              you don't love me - you love me
     ...

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HARMONIES OF NIGHT

Weary wand'rer, stop and listen, 
Give heed to this soothing song,
The voice of the night wind carries
Words of peace and rest, be strong;

Strike the harp of Zion, let's sing 
Mamma's lullaby tonight,
It's melody reminds of how 
Bells at evening bring delight;

Hold thou my...

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Eleven titles plucked from the exquisite poetry of Christina Rossetti

For my sweet child, petite Maude Clare,
Before The Paling of The Stars, I grieve
for my infant with head of flaxen curls.
I pray, Lord, save this tiny Daughter of Eve.

Tears fill my red and swollen eyes when
her...

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I survived scarred but 
unscathed growing up Irish 
catholic. 
Mind numbing Masses  sung in 
Latin 
Ostentatious Corpus Christy 
processions through local 
streets
Ornately dressed priests
Eyes to the skies, garbage 
underfoot
Fair game for taunting 
classmates armed with cutting 
quips 
abstinence during Lent
weekly confession that 
required creative thinking to 
minimize mortal sins
further ingenuity...

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Faithfully, THE TIDE RISES THE TIDE FALLS
Water sustains life; pulsing evermore.
A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE forever enthralls.
Golden lights brighten beyond the shore.

A PSALM OF LIFE repeats its vibrant calls.
Come; follow me along love’s corridor.
THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD upon dreams befalls.
Hope dances upon the darkening shore.

FOOTSTEPS OF...

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The Poet’s Pluck – Christina Rossetti

     In MY DREAM I see A PORTRAIT
     And REMEMBER a girl I used to know,
     SHE SAT AND SANG a loving song
     Of...

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Woods launder no human friendship while freely growing.
Nature excels; man rebels - indeed, indeed, I cannot tell:
One sees a dell darken, then harkens the inward morning;
One seeks inspiration to bargain jargon all cities sell.

First spring then summer done, I am the autumnal sun,
Bright so no...

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The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune

My consciousness behaves as  EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full...

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Dulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,

Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,

The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,

I saw his round...

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What makes your smile cold?

On springtime colors bold?

Hummingbirds croon from afar

Wilder than tambourine,

Thrilling the night’s  gauze sheen.

Come, pluck the tangy guitar

Dance a belly-go-round,

Before grey hairs abound---

Be the chant of life’s bright star!





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Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!
(Christ did it first, but we must do’t again!)
In Imitation of Christ, laugh and sing!

Though Christ has shot the arrow through the ring,
Still we must live out parables, now and then,
Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting!

Though...

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After Apple Picking one late fall day
as the gold sun hung low neath autumn's sky,
I took a turn, became ‘The Runaway’
onto The Road Not Taken, there nearby.

Lined thick with Birches planted on a knoll
along with Maples dressed in red-gold glows,
I now was drawn to take...

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