Best Blain Poems

I break my back bone to cultivate your life,
Your life, I mean your daily rice,
The  rising sun never wakes me,
I am already on the...

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My heart is alleviated,
Wishing that it was all a dream,
Hoping to wake up soon,
From this nightmare,
Nothing else matters to me, 
I left all left behind,
Looking...

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He fell one stormy midnight clear,
His feet upon his head,
He deaf of mouth and blind of ear,
All purple, green and red.

He dined politely on a...

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I.

The night hangs heavy in this room.
Only dead-folk live here now,
Except me: my eye-fires burn - 
Angers, regrets, remorses turn

Lazy circles, dancing silent
In bodies of...

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Mfs speak the same story.
Trophey kids right?
We settle for the same glory.
Statistics growing up.
We've never seen the same jury.
But no father growing up.
Excuses be the...

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Defiance

Chained, detained like a primitive animal caged, enraged. 
Jabbed, stabbed with finely sharpened venomous barbs, scarred.
Bled, fed nothing but hatred seasoned with dull puns, shunned....

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I hear the thunder,
He yells of the pain,
That creeps into his soul,
With blotches and blain,


The lighting strikes,
Leaving his mark in the grass,
where will he go...

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Sleep deprived,
Feeling all the raindrops set off by the slightest 
Welcome to bad weather 
This thing called my life
Never been one to contemplate suicide
But damn...

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I felt a painful blain, during the feverish slackening of repeating rain
The pain far worse than a usual swell, reminds me how it rains in...

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The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart 
Won't let him flee this blain.

The pen then oozed...

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Comes again

The hills surround the green summer grain
A tractor passed us on the muddy lane
A field mouse scampers as I hear the coming train
A sky...

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~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~

The art of the
     "FAKE" deal (according
     to Walt Dizzy...

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Examinations is like a blain – 
It is like a teacher with a cane;
Rules and decrees do clearly lain
To discourage us purpose main.
We are made...

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At first the pain was too damn bad
to say that I would live
Until the chance to add some more
came knocking on to give

And I would...

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