Best Breeding Poems

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato

Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice...

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Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury...

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Insanity or Death

Life begins with insanity~~
~Your soul is kicking and screaming, 

Ready to exit with the touch of human hands.
Insanity rides on a gallant stallion...

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I, The Clone

     So that I would not live alone,
     My parents thought I should be a...

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A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils 
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality

Crawling underneath a thin veil...

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what grows from these petri dishes? 

when will these hives
with their metal monsters
their deceiving smiles
their artistic like visages 

stop breeding,

stop growing,

like a virus?

what of the...

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T' was a shallow creeping envy,
Of a deviant design;
It slithered In quietly undetected,
To prey upon unsuspecting minds.

It built up false images and verses,
A phoney talent...

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FILLY’S FAMOUS STORY   

Although I am pink, don’t ever think
That this filly is just frilly and silly,
For I am a thorough bred filly...

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AMERICA, OH AMERICA

America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs...

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Conflict was in turmoil at the thought 
    of what he'd done.
And the walls were quickly closing...
    so he...

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*People just being people.
These are the kind I want to be around.
How I deplore those putting on airs.
I like the folks whose both feet touch...

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YOU  WILL  SEE

It all started with an apple 
One simple little bite
Giving all the love we got 
do not walk towards the light
We...

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hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you...

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I am a Burn’s Night baby
(named after the Ayrshire bard)
So we’re off to hunt a haggis
locating one is extremely hard

We scour the hills of Scotland
and...

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A young fertile mother begat

Triplets , called Tim , Tom  and  Tat .

Great  fun  at  breeding .

Confusion  at ...

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