Best Branding Iron Poems

A Vulcan's volcanic rage erupts from deep within – 
No matter where or when it roars and it spits. 
A shattered mirror reflecting my every flawful flaw – 
Bleeding shards of grotesque glass...
that slice through my skin.

The past sears me like a branding iron, 
Desert...

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Fold your tent now
Cowboy, the prairie sunset has come
Pull the hat low
Over the silent brow, let the horse go home
Without saddle,
It's round up time for you, the trail is done.
Bit and bridle;
O let it go free, and feel the weightless
World runs with it,
Put the branding...

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Not too far removed
From penetration fully Roman
Mysterious strangers appear
In form of a red-plumed omen
Clans laughing on the run
We are thumbing our noses
At laws made for justice
And order for the masses

Force of the strongest
The only law with validation
A strange idea from Roman soldiers
Some word called obligation
Taking...

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platonic allegiance and virtual dementia
crowd this room as life is washed away
the agony is sweeter than coagulate decay
burning sound and blinding noise
fight the need to scream
or give in and live the dream

bloody towers, faltered steps
to act out a purposed overthrow
capacity for agony is quick to...

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In the archives of my mind
Lie the thoughts that persevere
As brambles in the woods
Their briars bring a tear.

A cry for what has happened
What might have been but naught
For all the disappointments,
Mistakes, and "I forgot."

The pain comes rushing forth
Like a branding iron upon my skin
Burning with...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite sex worker cyborg prototype grown by the Non Sequitur Corp...

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His obituary was in the newspaper today.  I had not thought of him in ages, yet he was always in a nest in my heart.  Tears occupied  my eyes as I did an old lady’s routine for morning.  
	I knew he...

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My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the branding iron scars to prove it
tattooed in diagonals like barricade...

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Acromion's Tension  
      was used to subdue the
    National Championship from
 "the meaniest" Galgon Birchever
  or Galgon "the Meanest" Birchever
         as they call him in Spain,
 ...

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I wish you had been more careful
With those words that you flung out
At me today
I guess you didn’t realize
That they were red hot
Though spoken in “jest”
And in a quiet voice
They were red hot
And they seared my heart
Branding me with the word
REJECTED
....Again.

I thought branding was for...

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(This is a fictional poem)

One day I was cheating at poker and I got caught.
When I saw them get the branding iron, it sure looked hot.
They branded my balls before I could leave.
I seriously regretted hiding that ace up my sleeve....

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What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the near distance,
Flanking sentry towers and water towers attentive only to...

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Vast expanses of landscape
brokenly glimpsed
through darkened glass,
imposed behind the spectre
of my facial reflection;
out there in the wilderness
truth burns like a beacon,
faith sears like a branding iron,
history seethes in the rocks.

I see the galloping dead,
headless horsemen atop
lathered steeds,
pinion the malformed past
with their ghost weaponry;
feathers and buckskin...

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Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!

Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,

and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,

wrought...

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" Summa Lamma" Countrey Dellia  won a 
sixman " one woan brawl"
to hand the right to date
the infamous " Miss Wombahaz" Tense Tussy
he made Brinney Bassier submit using
a Castmen Crawl  ( elbow clasp)

World Champion
The big Sky" sat on a saddle
and asked his opponent...

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