Best Blotchy Poems

I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death, 
What does this all mean?
I start to cry,
I feel as if...

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I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.
      I quickly consume all that I analyze.
      Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.
      I am neither harsh nor untrustworthy.

On the opposite wall—I contemplate.
      It has a blotchy pink hue—I've...

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Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion" ...


TIME ...

Is a phantom with many faces
It drifts, a...

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She's split  amongst the two
One a girl unheard of,
Few see little from
  Who gawks at the slivered moon
through blotchy eyes,
Welled up tears as big as moon pies
  The other a girl who holds up her fibs
Conjurring by magic,
A cloak to mask the...

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Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men 
Progress accelerated through fields of gold 
But at heart I am not old 
I may sit by...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug swatters. On my way to the door I hope it's...

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Death Mask

The man lay quietly prone as if sleeping,
All earthly cares laid aside for safe keeping.
A hushed silence with amplitude filled the room,
Pungent incense wafted amid flowers in full bloom.
The body now lay supine and never to arise again,
A storybook now closed on once upon...

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a dime ever went missing in the various apartments we’ve called home, she waged daily war with the invading dust, soot...

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Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes

Of obligations 
And guilty consciences 


Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets

Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces

Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls

Ask and you shall receive...

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Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of London, 
Moulding its streets into plague ridden dungeons.

As parents and children lay weeping and rotting,
Behind closed doors the perverts were...

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Emotions scuttle through me
Like clouds across a sky
One minute I feel glee
The next I feel I'll die

My face is red and blotchy
My eyes feverishly bright
I know if I saw clearly
My face would be a fright

My hair feels like a birds nest
My memory's shot to hell
My...

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Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die

For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings

This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer his call

This gangsters hideout was well concealed
 Till we tortured...

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Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony 
Spread all over my courtyard; 
You are bare footed, 
Any way, come, 
I will give you studs for your boots 
And armours, made of my iron ribs to shield you. 


My home is...

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Place a hat on my head and see yourself drawing flowers not drowning in the 
rain.

How would they have survived a beastly incident like that?

Water, water, everywhere, water and you had to get out only where were you 
going?

Do we all brag and feel insecure?

I...

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Variations on a Theme of Red 

Color of bold that daubs the sunset bright
Old fair weather friend of shepherd’s delight
That taints the emblazoned rays of gold 
Displayed a glorious red for all to behold

Rare crimson moon adorns a shady backdrop
A Raleigh scattering miracle of red...

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