Best Blurt Out Poems

‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts. 

But Anger becomes a sublime...

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Once I shared a long hidden secret with the one,
I thought was my friend, through and through.
But little did I think it would hit back on me
Like a boomerang, breaking my heart.
She betrayed my trust with my reputation at stake. 
Within days, it became a...

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"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet

We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.

I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I...

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Thinking about you,
Makes my day,
Every moment,
In every way,
Your smile melts my heart,
Like no other,
Especially,
When we stare at each other,
Your face gives me butterflies,
Whenever I look at you,
It makes me want to blurt out,
I Love You,
But what I love,
Is not just you face and your smile,
It's...

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love is undefinable

it is an illusion

that impregnates the heart

people blurt out and say

i have found love

get real...

whats the colour?

how heavy is it?

its a million dollar question

why wont you say you have found love?

i ask?

you see a lady who is voluptuous

sexy at best...with a full front...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles with sensation sweet as wading I see her, 
waterfall roars...

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I struggle
for appearances
to put up 
a strong front

His pain is back

I blurt out a bunch
of cheerful platitudes
as many as I can

I hug my darling
and hold him tight

I can't hide
that
behind each
broad fake smile
I whisper
silent prayers



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on...

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Young trainee driver behind the wheel blurt out a helpless damn
Were starting down hill brakes are gone I'm afraid were in a jam
To the old trucker in the bunk what should I do
His reply your behind the wheel it's up to you
Straight up in the...

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There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel...

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Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs 
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the...

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Do we always know what someone means
Is it obvious or do we wonder
Are we sometimes left just a little puzzled
Or does it finally strike like thunder

Evasive tactics can be quite intentional
Not wanting to divulge private info
Like telling someone of a sticky situation
So we resort to...

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Staring at you through the glass
My friend
Has made me wonder will this love ever pass
When did this begin

You start to walk towards me 
I realize we both have that glimmer in our eyes
And it makes me want you more

Oh darling
Staring at you through this glass
I'm...

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...and it cuts like a dagger so sharp
to hear your ear piercing scream through the fog
and into the house where I lay on the couch
whispering to no one but the silent ceiling above me 
I am not worth as much as you think
I am not...

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I was careless and lost your love
or does it only seem that way
words can be weapons
can you forgive me darling
for I will never find another like you
I see us dancing under the stars
as the music wraps around us
the promise between us delicate as a...

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Buddy Grimes

Sticking up for myself
had always been a sticky thing.

High school drafting class
Mr. Knobloch, white shirt, black tie
Marine haircut, lantern jaw,
smell of Hi-Karate,
back when teachers ruled.

Like a general inspecting his troops. 
Walking to each table, taking attendance.
Looking up from his clipboard:

“Hunter!” He bellows
“Here,” is the...

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