Best Braking Poems

Silent, she slips from her stronghold’s security,
safely tucked high on the cliff in her nest.
Cautious, she stays in the shadows afforded her,
sorrowful, hesitant, missing the...

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Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting...

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A storm is brewing.
Humanity is itself undoing.
No common good are men pursuing.
Anyone who stand for morals we're booing.

All focus on taking.
Every taboo we're breaking--
Self-control mankind...

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In many times in my life I always looked for exits.
Could only get so far and I get pulled over in the intersections.
I called them...

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The track marks are exposed, so you’ll have to look twice without getting caught. Your mind starts to wonder what it is he’s been shot...

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Love, to you
nothing more than washed away graffiti, 
once dripping along the 
mismatched bricks of this worn facade
where tattoos mean forever . . .
even when...

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Pieces of sunlight
Indiscriminaely scattered
Amid dappled green
Change places with
Latticed shadows
of emerging silence
Cheerful birds song
Chirp, chirp, chirp
Mingle with
Gently rustling leaves
Morning's musical companions

The flaming muscle car rears
Screaming lurching...

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I am made to feel alone in a battle where there is no room
My thoughts are not heard my tears shall not fall around your...

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Come all you children 

Day is braking , how all the birds are singing,

Glory to the Lord;

His peace on earth, and mercy He has,

God has...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to...

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Born within the realm of hell's fire, spawned in the ashen dawning,
Between brimstone's sacred flame, and sulfur's earthen cauldrons,
Given the spark of life by the...

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These are translations of some of the oldest Japanese waka, which evolved into tanka, renga and haiku. 

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a...

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(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)

*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the...

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This life has turned around 
many curves past many 
beautiful places that have 
beckoned me to stop and walk 
among the wild flowers.

I have stopped...

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When people see your face they want to run and hide.
Yes, your really that ugly you even make babies cry.
I know you ask yourself why...

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