Best Attack Poems

Yet another incident has happened today
When will these terrorists go away
Manchester this time at a concert
Some taken to early some really hurt

Thier war now affecting the general public
These people are just really sick
To target young children having fun
Your sick and something will be done 

You...

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A constipated vicar named Bart
Was in church when he dropped a huge fart
He said 'Lord I have sinned'
For I’ve got pooey wind
Blushing scarlet he did soon depart!

26th April 2016...

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Men, I know this is Christmas Night.
However, remember we have a war to fight.
His Majesty’s forces have had us occupied.
Our freedom and well-being is something they have denied.
They are just across the river from our encampment.
They are engaged in frolic and holiday merriment.
We can catch...

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I awoke last night and fell out of bed.
A fart from my Pit bull nearly left me for dead.
It was silent but deadly as it stunk up the house.
None could stand up not even a mouse.

I hit the floor hard her toot was sure ripe.
Tangy...

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The incredible shooting display put on by "Sir" Jack, 

Teaches a basic tenet of basketball that remains still, 

You can expand your game from the outside 

and considerably broaden your skill, 

With accuracy you can keep defenders off-guard, 

You can shake 'em or hit one...

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It always starts with chest pain 
Sharp pain that I can’t bear 
It radiates down my arms 
First thing I always think 
I’m dying 
My heart begins to beat 
Faster and faster 
I feel like just a little longer 
And it will fly out of...

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A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality 
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints 
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick 
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to...

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A group of older men gather
once a week to talk about life 
after a heart attack.

Old Len chews tobacco still 
and tells jokes in a voice so low 
no one can hear the punch line. 

Another man asks Len  
to talk louder so they...

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i write slam better than anyone around
i leave you screaming without the sound
no-one can handle my lyrical style
i outstrip you all by a country mile
spitting these words without restraint
with your blood the walls i'll paint
your head falls off when you read my words
more taboo than...

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Heart pounding,
Confused and disoriented,
I cannot breathe.
There is a tightness in my chest
And butterflies in my stomach.

Vision blurred,
Weak and dizzy,
Nothing feels real.
There is tension in my muscles
And numbness in my skin.

Body aching,
Cool and sweaty,
I am shaking.
There is a panic in my head
And fear within my being....

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I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.

No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face
as you pretend to be a true and great religious man,
a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a...

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The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung. 

Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests...

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"I'm bleeding
do you think you can patch me up?
oh the ceiling is
starting to spin around
and around and
this feeling
my arms are tingling
hating and seething
i think that i am
panicking!

Attack an Attack
my body turns on me
i can't react
the world is falling all around me
An attack an Attack
my face...

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Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there.  Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.

Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your...

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Skin of Terror
- Daniel Henry Rodgers

(The stage lights come up slowly on Michael's face, which is crisscrossed with wrinkles from his fuming anxiety. He peers out into the gloominess at the wheel and tightly clutches the steering wheel. Perched like a set piece in a...

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