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...

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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...

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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...

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Note to the reader:  I wrote this poem yesterday in response to Peter Duggan's poem,
"Fear and Emptiness", which I highly recommend .  I...

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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...

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I need the ocean to protect me,
                  ...

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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...

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Strikingly Naked
                By Odin Roark

Voicing the reflection one sees insures
the...

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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...

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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…....

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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...

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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...

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Operation in sight under the knife Friday night 
Fear is near as I count the hours tiredness strikes 
This must go ahead or I will...

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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....

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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...

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