Best Barbed Poems

Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they worked with it mutilating their hands.
Sheepherders fussed with cattlemen as it spread across their lands!

'Tis said back in 1874 Joseph...

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Barbed Flowers.

I would write this all down to you
If i thought you could read.
If your hand didn't cast a shadow
on what i would author.
If only you had seen what i saw
that i can only chalk about now
but not here - afterall...

Listen? You can't do that...

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Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three...

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Rusted wire against a tree, year by year recedes
The countless rings of outer bark enwrap the wire within.
I mark the circles choking me.  I’m taut, stretched thin.
Thus Time is so absorbing me. Consumed. The oak tree feeds....

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My heart bares many wounds
that will not heal
mementoes of lost love
and heartache time hasn't heeled
I have cried so many internal tears
that burned inside me
as deep as the deepest sea
but still no one understands
or knows the pain that festers deep inside me.

So I place barbed wire...

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A heart wrapped in barbed wire. 
it shouldnt beat, it shouldnt pump. 
it shouldnt make the faintest sound, 
of a little thump thump. 
but its there, and its cold. 
all the pain, and the hurt 
is realy getting old. 
how long can it beat, wrapped...

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'Cross the lot there was a golf course
Where the fancy people play 
You always wanted to get in there 
I wanted to get away

Can I get myself a witness
Should I get myself a wife 
When you and I were children
Were the best years of my...

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Behind the barbed wire

Behind the barbed wire a cherry tree blooms:
bustling petals in the land of death.
Behind the barbed wire a gradient runs
between the scent of flowers
and the omnipresent stench
of burning flesh
wafting from the crematory furnaces.

And I wonder:
if there are pillars of clouds by day
and...

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Laying in the morning twilight, yawning, my head nods down and I jerk it up again,
The barbed wire faintly twitches, someone has touched it, will it be a friend or foe,
Shadows float across a near dark landscape then fade away into nothing, an early start,
Machine...

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Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken

Analogous to black box
holding untold secrets,
(after deadly plane crash
no survivors except 
a journeyman foreigner),
I share the following self
introspection with ye dear readers,
which purported hidden truths
might set me free and clear,
albeit laborious effort

to loose constituent amalgamated
compound...

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the barbed butterfly

she shimmied onto a barstool
looking for a nine to five reprieve
a fight or a night 
which ever came her way

black pencil skirt pulled up so far
jacket slung across the chair
says I don't care 
it's Friday.

g and t with a slice of lime
melts her...

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When the barbed wire is rusted away
And the wooden huts have fallen to the earth
When the whistling wind no longer carries their cries
And the pitiful survivors as those also who tormented them

Have returned to the earth as the dust from whence they came 
Who will...

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It cut, I bled
It spoke, I listened
It commanded, I obeyed
It laughed, I wept

Dirty things were done to me
All painful and all true
My body became a battlefield
My mind split into more than a few

Meanness, nastiness, anger and rage
Toppled me over, time and time again
Weapons formed, used...

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Wind caresses like approaching death
last years wool trembling late
on rusting wire above the wall
little tortures of twisted fate

Standing on the narrowing road
I counted memories in my mind
touched by blade of rains revenge
not needed here, but there defined

Blue-grey cloud sailed on more
some reaching gently to touch...

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Rusted wire against a tree
Year by year recedes
Inside of the circling bark, invisibly
Consumed. Relentlessly, the oak tree feeds.

The countless rings of outer bark
Enwrap the wire within.
Thus Time is absorbing me. I mark
The circles choking me.  I’m taut, stretched thin....

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