Best Breastbone Poems

The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they come to mourn
the Poet who perished for the passion of his Beloved Poetess,
the battlefields knew well the iron of their...

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Who am I?
That’s something I wonder everyday 
From being delighted to traumatized
Is something quite normal for me
From feeling emptiness to unease
Overthinking every mistake I’ve ever made
To every action I’ve decided to take 
Butterfly effect?
A concept flowing through my brain
If I could change one detail in...

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On my heart, a winter swathed 
palm
Her spring flowers only right for 
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and here tell on you soft,
Your story's places in the snow—
While meek flakes sleep on my
breastbone—
From your heart, I shake only...

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One day I started climbing; 
without question I climbed. 
Until finally I had reached the peak of Mt. Everest.
I wanted to beat my breastbone 
yell like Tarzan King of the Apes. 

But...
 I saw a tree. 
IT!
was the highest peak. 

I climbed. 

“Ta da"!

But...
there was...

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My soul has been cut by a spiritual blade.
Out of control and I only finished the eighth grade.
I've walked the dark path and so many mistakes made.
I heard the devil's wicked laugh but I wasn't afraid.

I trusted no one, due to physical and sexual abuse.
I've...

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No one knows...The pain I've suffered and gone throught.
       If you can't relate, maybe you can see my pint of view.
No one knows...That I was a child severely confused.
       I was physically and...

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Around the corner




Past year memories,
Haunting solicitude,
Teary eyes,
Sinking heart,
Spooky gloom is,
around the corner !

Noise of a little drop,
A ray of sunshine,
Heart ceases to beat,
palpitations thereafter,
Pounces out of breastbone,
Scare is around the corner!

I can hear his footsteps,
As eyes glance at door,
Fragrance is in the air,
Moments of long...

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24 hours to live…I need to hurry and come up with a plan
	It’s only right to “worry” because I haven’t been half the man
23 hours to live…An hour gone by, I wanna break down and cry;
	Because I know with twenty-three hours to go, and I...

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Just a single thought,  and my heart begins to rhythmically beat
My breath gets caught, and from the start you made me feel so complete.
Such joy like I've never known, for heartache has always hindered me.
This beating beneath my breastbone beats to each stanza in...

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Ding. Ding. Goes the sound of the bell.
Soupers see a poetic king emerge from his cell...

You called me a "Whorelock" - define that word punk?!
You're in for a shock - I don't entertain poetic junk!
I see you're using "caps" to capitalize certain words.
Tell your "girl"...

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From ashes of Sokovia, a twin sister rose,
With powers of chaos and psionic flows,
Wanda they called her, tethered spirit unfurled,
As women before her, she reckoned this world. 

Her pain born of loss, and hurt tragedy,
Fueled a hatred not native and made enemy,
Tony Stark, as she...

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The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is a white male,
approximately thirty five years old with lots of...

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Jetblack sunrise ashen, breastbone of the final dark.
My priest must leave to return to his ghostly parish.
Where traitors necks stretch down from moss to swamp.
I met the host of my companions, caught by first dawn’s watchfire dogs, waits for his beloved no more.
Oh, his Clara,...

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You know me better than I know myself
You crave me while I crave our lord
With every fiber of my being
I want that moment back that moment
The holy spirit arrived within me
So divinely separated from man
My being one rib five fifths human being
Why woman only one...

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Making it known in the twilight zone, 
an unknown, error-prone player reached a milestone 
using  follicle stimulating hormone 
to produce a phytohormone clone of Alicia Silvestone 
honed from a fully grown breastbone and stray histones.
Above the wind blown ozone-  a moss-grown millstone
 the...

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