Best Blamed Poems

When hard times come they sit a spell,
Like kin folk come to stay
A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids
That always get ‘n your way.
It's drought an' flood,...

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Dear men,
Explain to me why I stand alone. 
Women are quick to uplift their father, sons, and brothers
Quick to maintain the home,
But when she needs...

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Twenty first of October in two thousand and eighteen
Was the worst disaster poetry soup had seen
Poems wiped off the website as all the poets slept
When...

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My heart is so keen on you,
It leaves me cold, relentless, impossible
He fell into the love pools in my eyes,
The light you demand me to...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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A child lights our way in life...
The greatest gift there is to be.
They suppress our selfish inclinations...
They set our passions free.

They give sense to our...

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When I became a mother, tremendous joy filled my heart,
But little did I know about this journey at the start.
I thought I knew what Love...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss...

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My name is Paul Carter and I want to tell you my tragic story
About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of...

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FRED THE PERV.

Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue...

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where's mistake perhaps i have found 
                  ...

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A homeless poet

A few days ago, I was walking home with my dollar store notebook in my hand as I walked. I was deep in...

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Rip down the statues
Rename the streets
Police the language
Label it hate speech

Burn down the cities
In peaceful protest
Justice is racist
Thus, civil unrest

No longer about 
Seats on the...

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