Best Blubbering Poems

Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few 
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times...

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The smell would hit me like a slap in the face 
My daddy was a patient in that place
I would find him sitting in his...

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Talking to Sara...

Why me

the world weighs heavily on our souls,
though we are encased in  blubber,
our suffering life swiftly unfolds,
the book is balanced brother,

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The night would steal his love away 
across the bridge of the moon. 
He knew that it might try one day, 
But it has come...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly...

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Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, 
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, 
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in...

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On that day I first opened my eyes,
The fourth of June, the month you despise.
I saw the tears, your blubbering lies,
your hate-filled speech as you...

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That was the partition of body that prepared to rejection
And its dance fascination which loaded with the blubbering
And the tremor of collision with clamor
And the...

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sea lions crying loud 
       orcas don’t sleep very much ~
        ...

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by Michaelw1two

 Thought, how resounding it is,
 now that everyone is thinking
 mentation drums as mantra,
 at once each considers linking
 reason deemed illogical,
 blessed...

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I feel the bubbling hate
rise from my chest to my face
When I remember the days 
I would sit there, embracing it
you beating my ass in...

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Little brother, do stand up high
And reach for my hand
Whilst I wipe your tears

And guide you past my stumbling toys
Like a drunken sailor with a...

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Oh no! Again she’s been hijacked!
Woe to me, for though her shell is the same:
Dainty and fair; she’s turned a raging maniac!
A blubbering bear and...

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Once a week, from six till seven,
Every Wednesday, in a room down town.
I go to a meeting for big strong men, 
Wearing funny hats, big...

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Lovers each parted their ways,
Tears cause misty sprays.
Colder grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.

Lovers wear on their poignant face a pair...

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