Best Assailing Poems

The sea is calm and collected
A sparkling blanket of blue
But on the horizon looms a tempest
And the veil becomes choppy

Lightning strikes in the distance
Causing the...

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O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres...

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Sentinel, oh, Sentinel

Sentinel, oh sentinel,
lofty by the sea;
lonely on a craggy coast,
standing tirelessly.

Watching over ships that sail
in the dark of night,
guiding them ashore with its
welcome...

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In the box with overpowered silence
Dripping with sweaty tension
Wanting glory…fearing three

Those eyes precise measured quarry
Javelin of Ash loaded at the ready
Stilly prepared…ironed gripping

White pale streak...

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In my safe fortress devoid of winter magic delight
my mind virtually explores its reality-wonders’ height…

Thus, with enthralling vicarious experience flight 
I thank God* for freedom...

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i sit alone
westside café
catching my breath
waiting and exhaling
listening to the silence
whirl inside my head
in waves of warm cacophony
in wondrous delightful ways
a swarm of outside sounds
assailing...

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Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~...

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I know, I know. 
For some of you people, it's hard. 
You have no choice.
Your parents didn't teach you any better. 
If at all.
If you...

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I had a dream I walked the earth                 ...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints...

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Hard driven by the embarrassment,
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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Autumn...

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'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst...

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Cowboy boots
and vintage wool psychedelia (poncho, jazz shades)
and cool drip slow burn tea
and electric notes of Bob Dylan, Maggie’s Farm
and that dude, he has meth...

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Seething skies like bloodshot eyes,
wailing gales assailing through canyon ~ 
weeping fits, ember storm cries
bristling tears with random abandon.

East to west, unwanted guests,
downsloping dire breeds...

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