Best Blotched Poems

Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.

In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears 
Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves
With sparkling splashes, the...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown stains, yellowing its whiteness, spoke of its age.  He...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle, then parallel at last, your flat-
sawn stump blotched with incriminating...

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Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want...

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He goes by the name of Lacrimosa
He is the plain picture of a man
Those who don’t know him see him as a monster
But you and I know better that he is a broken friend
His smile drips of sorrow
His walk is that of a footless ghost
And...

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I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love
that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of 
my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say.
Words of passion, anger, and dreams that were swept away.
Melodies of memories I...

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When mother asked me
what I dreamed of becoming,
I never thought I’d say:
an astronomer.
But here I am:
hair undone, in a wine-blotched slip
tracking you,
the moon around my earth.

I didn’t plan on this, but
I know I’m doomed to be fascinated
by how the nebula behind you quietly blossoms—
It ignites...

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~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m genuinely depressed for letting you down all year round
Don’t wanna...

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Intro/read aloud:
You deserve a bro hug and a friendly pat...
That's the spirit - keep going forward 
You're getting back of track...I'll try to encourage you without acting awkward...
I leave your side
Without a word...
I can't help, but hide
How time flies...how I fly...
I hear your cries and...

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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead. 
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom thickens the air –  inhibiting, restricting, compressing breaths
 
Entrance...

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It was dark...

I was on board
A running mind off the long board
A sleeping mind across the board
A winning mind over a long sword...

I saw children around me
Abducted, crying before me
Crippled, reaching out for me
Worn and disheartened, following me...

On the very same train I'm locked up
Children...

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-  Dying Mother-            
Perched on her stool but getting there
Angry at paper that just does not care
Onion unlayered in the last of her skin
Paper be angry, paper be thin
Blotched and embattled, unwashed and...

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What once was a peaceful delightful place 
Joyful and friendly creatures in God’s grace
A stunning morning a soulful sunrise
A village heaven has gifted a prize
The most grandiose of rainbow arches
The villagers spirited because March is
The time for pleasant picnics by the rill
Fishing for mackerel over...

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Defeat

Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound
Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room

Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead
‘Cause we can’t win like he once said
No we can’t triumph over the hate in our enemy’s...

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A dry stone wall
of moss-grown granite
staggers,
lush undulating plains
swaggers,
fields ablaze with wildflowers 
bows
at a curvaceous hollow
where a copper stream gurgles below.
 
Sheep fluff velvet meadows
mirror cotton clouds above.
Stooped,
they graze
on buttercup fields
Blotched blurs,
they climb 
to higher ground
where 
Lilting melodies 
lace the trees
sweeping the air
with apple blossom
on a...

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