Best Portfolio Poems

"The Wormwood Portfolio"



Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
tears smoked 
into the lungs
gender fluid
propheticising 
bitter water
electric brains
chipped like 
fine-boned China
downloading 
overloads 
dumps are
damp 
the fuse 
sizzles and
stops

green as absinthe
gauche ghosts
gone all grey skinned

scales of merit 
charred unweighted 
vacant and vacating
like dandelions...

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You feel that painting exists
Still upon the canvas
But it has lost its luster
When it keeps it growing
Inside yourself
Your heart beats faster
As the painting develops
Into a masterpiece
Of dimensions evolved
Into pieces of life
Shown by the colors upon
The white canvas
Showing where dips an sways
Revolve around the world’s
Only repertoire...

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I, Davis, am the founding father of Chemical Engineering
It is something that many new scientists find endearing
The American Institute of Chemical Engineering started
When jobs, which I helped create, came and imparted
Unit operations is the Chemical Engineer’s key
To what we are truly desiring and meant to...

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If you look inside
You may be amazed at what you find…

Maybe some small imperfections
Yet, heading in the right direction…

There is one, who does not boast…
But, has endured much and stays afloat…

Having peace in mind
Remains smiling most of the time…

Having not time to stop and gloat
Seeking,...

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Braggadocio Obama
Junior senator melodrama
Created terrorist cyclorama
Over and over killing Osama...

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My supernatural portfolio--

a manuscript of imperfection,
full of hind and secondsight,
a circus without direction.

Angelic iron work
embellished with Rush.
The outburst overflow
grind to a hush.

There's the melody breakdown,
a lyric report.
A crazy graph from the 80's,
the visuals distort.

The corona of my aura
beams a rhapsody from every page.
The bottle's up,...

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I look at my portfolio;
It makes me want to hurl.
For one day, all is calm and fine;
The swine then eats the pearl!
I do not mean to sound complaint
Like some great oafish churl,
But ups and downs like these of late?
My stomach flops and twirls.
I think that...

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Portfolio Queenie
Silhouette of hope
Stoned on herself
Drunk with empty hope

Portfolio Queenie
Entitled she is
Admiring faces
Routine in the biz

Portfolio Queenie
Motel door ajar
Overdose of self
Never got to be a star

Portfolio Queenie
A filthy, empty shell
Dead doll face
No longer casts a spell...

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Jelly incorporates my inner self
Lips concealed with the petroleum
The lid covers my insecure body
Where it’s clear to see me used
Stamped to show the year I would die
If allowed to exist, I might not be as strong
Along the time beyond
And seeing through me
Isn’t as easy as...

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Move along pages
Youth complies little
Breathing swiftens
Novel leaves nothing
But a heartbeat lost
Towards the novel
The internal contents read
As time brings down the senses
No human can endure
The pages therein
And heartache ensues
Over nothing real

Russell Sivey...

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White fan blows quietly
Wacky USB dive sits near
Magnifying reading glasses
And some worn out pens reflect 
Two puppies on a worn mouse pad
Placed under an intense mouse
The recorder and order of events
Of my computer, eight years used
Occupies the space front and center
Mobile desk holds all objects...

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Evolution of the heart, mends the mind
Twirled through segments
And seasoned stargazing
Opens the eyes of bewilderment
Seizing upon the wisps of whispers
Representing what you have requested
Reinvested through your relationship
But never known to show a crown
Of bejeweled blackseed opened
And delighted by devils curve
And where whoosh, traveled there
I slip...

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She pulls up the driveway...

The storm comes
The rain starts to pelt the Earth
It begins to splinter the wood
Cut into the hard ground
Like a knife made to cut
The lightning bears its own crackle
Shards of it splits the sky
And the thunder
Oh the thunder rolls
Like a bass drum...

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Today I travel through light years to the edge of the universe. I will go past swirling gas giants posing their beauty with colors of red, yellow, orange, blue, and green shifting from one expression to another by their colorful designs. Due to traveling billions...

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Floating above my hand outstretched
Is a bubble--a reflective rainbow
Blowing from a wand in her fingers
Belonging to my one baby sister
She flies around, shouting all about
Bubbles float beyond my eyes
Seeing them lift above her head
While our parents laugh at the sight
Bringing their eyes upon her
Their interest...

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