Best Blood Bank Poems

A.W. Nutter

My breath suspended in the air
The forest adorned with frost
Fleeing from the Devils lair
Carrying a soul already lost

Wandering in a maze of emotions
I hear...

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Transylvania
That’s where Count Dracula is.
He comes out at night.

He will cause some fright
when he makes his rounds at night.
Not like a watchman.

At the town blood...

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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Inventors
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013

Black 
Inventors
are 
the forgotten,

There's 
no mention
of them
in 
America's
history 
books -

And 
school
goes on
as usual,

America,
is
not
telling the
truth -

Like 
the lie
they
continue
to tell
about
Christopher
 Columbus -

Did he 
really
discover
America,

when 
Native 
Americans
were
already 
here?

What 
are you
afraid 
of
America?

It's time to
re-write 
the 
 history
books;

This time,
include
black 
history,
and
all 
that...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide...

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Tho there're poets here of highest rank,
I have noticed - and let me be frank -
that in spite of sweet prose,
this site has more type-o's
than...

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through the eyes of real 
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many
whose hopes and dreams were 
snuffed out—
like the flame of a candle 
in a winter-wind...

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There once was a girl name of Hood
who walked tall, as every girl should.
She tossed over her head
a cover of bright red
and ventured out into...

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MY BLOOD
By Curtis Johnson

A motorized blood bank came to our church today, and I decided to donate blood.
I don't know if her needle was too...

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Political debate
Sense and nonsense;
Emotional postures

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Strange faces
Prowling vampires;
Blood bank rapture

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Another field day
Fiery speeches;
Free-for-all postures

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Scramble around
Hustle and bustle;
"Vote for me!"

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Easy promises
Entertaining smudges;
Crazy claims galore

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Witness here
Good, bad, and...

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I once dated a fella named Bella,
whom I met at a party in a cellar,
I told him I was born in Pennsylvania,
he said he came...

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Written September 11, 2013


Well I was just a boy
Living down in San Fransisco
In the city by the bay
And I wanted more from life
Than my childhood...

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Lot of money being made in death sales,
plenty pints of iron-copper deposits
Body bags coin-wrapped
are rolling out of the blood bank sin-ters
to the holey pocket hospitals

Everybody...

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'You are so enjoyable! '
'I enjoy the hell out of you! '
Is it possible to give another greater praise? 
What on earth would it be?...

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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought...

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