Best Blighting Poems

I saw a sundrop in a field,
a daffodil to be exact,
stand brave upon the snow-filled tract.

In blighting cold it would not yield;
long since its fellows...

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I go by myself walking
I hear myself talking;
Then as I deliberate
On the direction of fate
That leaves me so anxious
With illusions atrocious
Invading my privacy
With the blight...

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Unspoken words hang in the stillness of unmindful space,
  like a touch never to be felt
    A sight never to be...

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She'd had her round in Life's blighting furnace,
Where stealthy wear and age blurred her face.
Dents shot where dreamy dimples had grown,
Lightning smiles usurped by involuntary...

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Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic...

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My fingers feverishly racing over the keys,
Searching for the words…the right words
To express in verse my embattled pleas
On behalf of endangered animals and birds.

I was...

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The SunGod of ReGenerative NOWtime
is not a jealous lover.
S/he is an omnipotently bilateral lover of integrity,
revolving spirals of Earth's multicultural confluence,
abundant divinely humane polyculturing climax...

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Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we...

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Smooth, effervescent glowing skin
Free of blemish and blighting toxin
Undulating curves of glossy satin
Red cloak shrouds comely Saracen

At the core a being of fibrous substance
From stem...

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As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more...

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i am lonely..
forsaken neglected and unloved...
unspoken unseen and left out..
the whispers of depression..
the sights of stress..
believe me... listen to me..
i am dying slowly...
sun rises in...

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Carolyn, not the throne blighting enigma
But she who carries a name like a country
From that warm Devonshire persona
Tolled it from the multicultural bell of history
And...

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burnished band expands
parabola descending
blighting gray shutters...

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burrowing critter
burnished red veiled cloak
blanching blighting winds...

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In restorative justice programs,
victims of trauma establish facilitated goals for healing.
Victims are our first clients of solidarity.

But, our clients work on actively responding to punishing...

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