Best Abrade Poems

The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I’d cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart’s core renewed can soar to the sky
How...

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RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey to isolation
Past keeps the future shrouded
Time rues the ruins of...

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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort


The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I'd cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart's core renewed, can...

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At a glance (glimpse) 

To the average tourist
the wall is (was) the divide
between east and west
Checkpoint Charlie
the obvious choice
point of reference
almost irreverent
in its poignancy

To see the cultural divisions
needs close obs, more diligence
The guest workers from the east
restless from centuries of abuse
and ethnic cleansing
abrade against western...

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I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.

Cantingly, subjects stronging with replace
of aptitude, and songing - happier days
that built hope's erstwhile thronging, not encased
with worries staid belonging's commonplace.

Oh love, beloved...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil- 
I know, because these winters would always fade…
 
But if...

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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th, 
     deux thousand eighteen).

Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
 ...

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Situations of life on goodwill may abrade
each stroke and fall, bringing out a lower grade
a cracker Jack
to welcome back
carving out an attraction from the same trade....

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A student wrote an essay for my class,
explaining how he felt about the school.
“The rules are dumb,” was followed by one point:
“Y’all tell us how to dress. That’s SO un-cool!”

The next word made me seethe: “et cetera”!*
The kid moved on to accusation 2:
“For lotsa reasons,...

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She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade 

Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour to chase away but not to avail
While her cohorts would...

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(In the opera “La Bohème”, four impoverished students 
share a Paris apartment. Rodolfo falls in love with Mimi, 
a seamstress who is dying of tuberculosis. With money 
at an all-time low, Rodolfo’s friend, the philosopher 
Colline, decides he must pawn his overcoat in order to...

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WINTER

Winter creeps across the landscape
unfurls a blackness – an ivory drape
across horizon’s denied a shape.
Crystal eyes devoid of sight

Entombed within a soundless night
beneath the chill of withering blight
mourned by shivering candlelight
failing flicker - last hope mislaid

Aghast under pale moon’s charade
the howl-less drone of wolves abrade
the...

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Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same breath 
they’re gaining 
New ground 

Breaking the cleanse 
Of poisoning...

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Take a number and pick a seat

How are you enjoying the heat

Welcome to the kitchen of hell

You will be here for a spell

Rotten meat and burning flesh

Hope you don't mind the smell 

Smell of sulphur masks the fumes

Morbid screaming from the rooms

If you are abrade...

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Why fear a future not foreseeable?
Would this question that doubts abrade,
remain unanswered without curiosity?
I'd be left with a regret as insurmountable
as guilt itself: what gains would I have made,
if I had held back and ignored this possibility?

A long time ago, happiness was abundant not letting...

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