Best Bluntness Poems

I feel your anxious pivot to create
We flow the same irresolute way,
Often in raging storms
And sometimes in playful gallops
We see ahead 
That path onto the light of laughs
I am in awe of your effort to get there
I am in awe of your knowing smile 

There...

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I cast these concepts
I cast these kernels
Kernels in my hand
Kernels in the clay
Clay of loam
Clay of words
Words to describe
Words packed
Packed with exegesis
Packed with strength
Strength of scavenging
Strength of crowd
Crowd of swarms
Crowd of staleness
Staleness with enthusiasm
Staleness with bluntness
Bluntness of prediction
Bluntness of demeanor
Demeanor with smile
Demeanor of delight
Delight in...

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Tolerant coaxing aided my first hundred starts
to rescue you from your own negative dark.
I failed and failed while you grew more hurdles.
My sanity got trapped in sketchy drawn circles
where time left me helpless as you sharpened
more false things into outrageous doses of hurtful.

Came your broken...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly the bogus symbol moiety around me,
peer behind the squalid limp...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around  bogus symbols,
peer behind the...

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A child's mind
One of the purest things on earth.
For they know not of lies,
or deceptions.

They speak the truth.
It's all they know.
They speak the truth
and often show

Bluntness isn't always malicious.
Matter of fact...
It can come in 
Total innocence....

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Have I looked upon the darkest hour 
Cluelessly cleansing, experience dire 
Renewed regret, taste of the flower

Cunning clever concoctions, now sour 
Triggering a transformation by fire
Have I looked upon the darkest hour

With witty wings I flew, now I cower 
Restless reasoning, ready to inquire
Renewed regret,...

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China, the rising giant;
China, the ruthless tyrant.
China, proud host of the Olympic Games,
China, notorious records of shame.
China, Olympic torch burning bright;
China, missing flame of human rights.
China, model of reform and openness;
China, cruel crackdowns with patent bluntness.
China, ring loud and true and forever-more the praises for...

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Could you imagine,
A face like that?
Created by the face of an angel
And modeled like fashion
For the damned and deceased.
A respected locksmith,
Drunk on insomnia and aging,
Kissing the pavement
With bare and busied feet.
The Brazilian beauty
Who prides herself as
The representative of blushing.
The one who catches the bouquet
By chance...

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Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.


Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut...

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Anguish when fragmented by helpless musings
Bluntness staggers like punches
Sluggish when cut by limitations
Elixers downed promising possibilities 
Needing the energy bravery requires while
Crevices threaten the sagacity of age
Extinction in the rage of alzheimer's cage










Acrostic written March 1, 2023
Contest: A Forms and Words Challenge
Sponsor: Sotto Poet...

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Orange is reminiscent of the sound of thunder, of muted drums,
Dissonant in nature, like the call of distant, broken trumpets.
Severely caustic, rather scathing in its delivery of 
A burning sound, crackling and popping, as if the 
Brass breathed black embers...
Orange is a color that embodies a brutality,
A...

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Old feelings from the past,
Rekindled by a single thought
Hopefully not here to last.
My last heart has been bought.

My quick and simple solution,
Makes an insignificant impact
Stuck in a circle of confusion,
My own jealously is intact.

All the knives cutting me are blunt
But a particular blunt knife hurts
It's...

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Galleries of life, ignorant and tough,
Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose.
I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart,
Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul of farce,
But there is nothing more valued in life than experience,
And there is a bag-full of it in every one...

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Long travelled 
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.

Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old man,
I had not considered then
that his solitary stature
would guide so...

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