Best Beat Back Poems

You are a bright fallen star from the mesmerizing sight up above,
You make my tender heart pump pure blood of joy with just a minor glance,
If only you would grant me the blissful privilege to call you my love,
To my painful despair your angelic nose...

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Whatever happened to breakfast, lamented French Toast
    People love me, gushing with syrup, I used to boast
  But now my brand is flat as a pancake
               ...

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Angles of Mercy
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

There is not to many of us that can say that the owe their existence on this earth to a Native in a Foreign country, in my case I can say that without the help of the Fuzzy Wuzzy  Angels...

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Nightmare, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Cauchemar

(Translation of Paul Verlaine’s quintilla : « Cauchemar ». As usual, I have tried to stick to the original’s stanzaic format and rhyme scheme. T. Wignesan)

In my unfurling dream I saw it happen
- The way the hurricane lashes the strand...

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Echoes of A Victims Plea

The fires burn on; the polemics fuelled
More crocodile tears from the politicians who've duelled
To capture the lens of the Press.

But our loved ones cry that simple tear
For those of us whom they loved so dear
.........Immortalised (they) nonetheless!!!

Now the cruel sea with...

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I need the ocean to protect me,
                            with its pounding surf.
       ...

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Strikingly Naked
                By Odin Roark

Voicing the reflection one sees insures
the facade really is,
was,
must have been.

Time passes…

How smoky the reflection,
this aging identity of accumulated distortion,
where once perception played innocently,
found disguises to...

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Despite the day-to-day signs of man’s bitter degradation, there were many in the South who somehow still failed to see the endless pain of segregation. From the viewpoint of those who never lived there as well as from those who did reside there (with even...

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Butterfly Haiku



Much fun I would have

If I were a butterfly

On nice haiku tree.



Sure seems so little

Was born with beautiful wings

To attract a mate.



Had found a flower

Which was pretty as can be;

Like no other one.



Days start and are done

And butterfly that I love

Went to sleep in...

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Scarcely the Dropper-- a roach antennae Felt,

Some Maudling exterminator of nakedly inhuman hands.

Boiled renunciation falling sick With life itself,

For Libido has and Always Will Be…. the most Impersonal of instrument.

Stepping out and through a purple sunset laying Slow across a grape country.

The inflexibly dead palms...

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We are far from the hum, but not far enough—
Worlds not of our making intrude – life is rough.

Winter birds are not wheeling in the steel gray sky—
Seems seasons bring questions, but no good day to die.

Unlike black and white westerns, there’s no good end—
We...

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Some image of hate or frustration
The needles anguish you may have chosen
To stick and jab
In a collective spasm

The agreement to solicit such action
And beat onto the wall of prejudice
The same nails you are crucified with 

Some sacrificial lamb to carry our burden
The complicit blindness we...

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My soul cries out
For freedom lost, for songs silenced by doubt
In the shadows of man's fair wisdom's grip
My voice fades, unable to let it rip

I have no freedom! 
My words wither and dreams grow tense
In cloistered moments, lips parched and dry
Longing for release, a desperate...

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In commemoration of your eighteen years
I will weave you a story fit for all ears
Of a special girl who is very much loved
A precious gift who was sent from above

A fallen angel who we are blessed to be
That her soul chose us, her family
A cousin,...

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THE COMPANY YOU KEEP FALLS APART

I’m talking to myself again. I love me.
Sorry you don’t. Apologetic for words
beat back the devil with a baseball bat.

There is a dark spirit here. Push it in to outer space.
I’m going to be bright and orbit around the moon
like...

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