Best Blooding Poems

"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice, 
the winter sun haloes a gray and barren woodland;
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire, but with the chill of ice, 
the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland,
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a fluorescent...

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Two wheeled commuters with heads booted with helmets, dotted the highway;
The four wheeled rich hooted at pedestrians daring to cross their path,
While rental three wheelers...

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She Was Semiramis, Dark Deity Of Old

I then saw into the tragic depths of darkness,
With black crows circling about my head,
There sat an old hag...

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gathering and bruising typhoon rain
purrs the pain 
jumping off the tracks blind locomotive train
wreck to maime
blooding noses quicker than white caine 
ignorance pickled conductors always...

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Each and every junction of a big city were blooding
Along with the relatives in dirty dark cabins
There was no age limit for the melancholic sobbing
Calling...

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I worked today and I didn’t think about you at all
I was happy when I came home
Ha! Home that’s a joke isn’t it, yeah ....

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cold hearted is a blooding experience
cold hearted is a blooding vein of experience
a heart is a vein of experience
a heart is a cold blooded experience
a...

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Reaching past dust
cobwebs and such
bringing to light
a darkness like puss


This gurgling evil
reaching the night
darkness is merging
blood thins with fright


Purple the hue 
smearing the sky
blooding the...

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Green Oasis in the midst of burning sands.

Milk ed Maidens in garb of headdress band.

Soaked in milk and butters cream.
Supple like the grass, taught like...

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I Closed your eyes
So you couldn’t see,
taking your hand
leading you free


Walking ahead
you followed my lead,
my eyes were yours
it had been decreed


Diving through reefs
cut with sorrow...

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I want to live until Jesus comes down
I want to live until he parts the skies
 by and by
My selfish prayer is 
I want to...

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The wrath blooding my vexed hands 
The pride to call myself Messiah
The envy leering at other's pasture
The lust erecting my temptations
The sloth idling into nothing...

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