Best Blunt Poems

My babies loved the cats,

through the ages of the naps,

in the pages,

in the clasp,

on the floor,

atop a mat,

I pull it out and flip a bat-
let a lover free the band,
so I may rebuttal and unleash some wrath...


Because just one tap on the blacks,
leads a lover...

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Craggy rats and batty facts,

stupid slaps of morbid hats,

sordid snacks coming out with lacerations of the ax-
horrible hacks doin' these attacks.


I'm loopin' it like rope to attach,

only catch ever is a brat,

lettin' um' off as I scooter around and knack-
I've got so many I'm like...

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When it comes to sex appeal, I think you're really cracking,
It's just in style,wit and charm that you are sadly lacking x...

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Then again, I'd smoke a blunt with anyone....

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It seems a shame that you're not here
To share my evening stroll with me, 
As I walk down this gravel road
That takes off just outside of town.
Two pheasants flush from bar ditch pools
(The grassy soup of last night's rain)      ...

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driven by a painful stain i say yes to 
1/2 empty Bukowski tankards 
full of dusty nothings meanwhile sitting 
in shallow quicksand @ 96 sweaty degrees 
in this emerging limbo 
of rent-per-hour eye blinks 
flicking rusty milagros erecting 
indifferent sentinels to guard 
against a past-due...

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Yo partner let me get a blunt 
Smoking on something strong 
We ain't pulling no stunt 
One puff and you cough something must be wrong 

Grabba that down really nice 
So when you draw you eye be bloody 
Like it really depend on you life...

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Wind cuts to my feelings of indifference
for my impaired emotionless state
air freezing my facial expression 
glad of the change in environment
but can not seem to express it
living on my own like a hermit
any difference in my normal 
is like water to a dying plant
Eager to...

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Man whore
What's her name
What's her name
It sounds so
Familiar
In ringing ears
You drank too much
Again

Man whore
Whose she
Whose she
And why won't
She leave
Your head's pounding
How do you get
Her out of your bed

Man whore
You didn't mean it
You didn't mean it
You never do
You hope she
Understands
Walks out
And never calls...

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From infancy I was raised to be somebody
To withstand life threatening challenges
Illiteracy, supremacy and poverty 
A blunt spear you me to die in life’s battle field

A spear in a man’s hand lacking skill is futile.
A spear tossed aimlessly is futile
A spear will never be honed...

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Tears were absent when I found out
                                   It's a lie is...

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She pours out her soul in the hopes of not
To be beaten just like the night before
Fear envelopes deep within her thin bones
She prays for rain knowing she will be sore

But often she takes the blunt of the force
To keep her children safe from any...

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Corners blunt and blue
a hardened mold to meet
carry baggage seldom seen
a soap box on the street

Borden's white dare to fade
a peddler pulled the page
farmers daughter drawing near
soon to become of age

Streets still hold her beat
in calls that thrill the ear
reached echos and passing feet
smoke has...

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I've been working on it.
If I were a nib or stylus I'd be worn away.
Sometimes there's
too much space to fill with words,
sometimes there's not enough.
I'm digging my way out
of A Marriam-Webster dictionary.
I hope when I surface
I'll be empty-handed
but a lot sharper....

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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds; 
She spurns sparks Reason confers, 
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss. 

Sweetest rank her outmoded views, 
Above strictest sense and full clues; 
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud. 

Proffer...

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