Best Brink Poems

Our Felicity knows no rest and was
Often admonished by her Head Nurse.
It happened one day she was out for an errand
When a small boy was admitted to emergency.
With little thought she hurried to help,
forgetting she had no gloves on, nor a face mask.

The boy was...

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The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged, just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage.
Her skin a hyaline shear
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to childhood,
she wants to shelter there,
to be her own child.
Small breasts bob under
burgundy nipples,
buds made more prominent,
anchored as they are
to shipwrecked...

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This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
  So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three

  For the first time in its modern history
  Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe

  True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
...

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As my fingers trace your silhouette mind
And the strength returns straight from your love’s heart,
Those your shoulders that held me safe I find
No more to dwell in life’s shadowy part.

Everyday a stepping stone across strife
Each tender touch and words spoken ring out,
Eyes that see the...

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Misbegotten pair, 
two-faced aggravation, 
the seduction of sweet solace 
or the inarticulation of despair. 

Uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture, 
false respite from the ravages of fear, 
or defenseless and imperilled 
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.

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And so we slip into summer’s season
With questions that does not fit the reason
And as we talk in deepening dusk
An elephant dies with a broken tusk
A great shadow by cloud eclipsed
A man who with a brilliant twist
Could weave the words that changed my heart
Of living...

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Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting...

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Bone-drained, there is no respite, no split second of peace.  The “sundowner”, a hyper-active toddler in a man’s vehicle, never sleeps nor sits.
When I succumb to that one precious moment of rest; I am awakened to a furnace running full blast in a freezing...

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Alcohol’s a drug that deludes the brain,
especially in vulnerable youth.
For it numbs hurts and emotional pain,
trading reality for a false truth.

Beer is the gateway to misery's domain,
replacing self-hate with synthesized love.
And if you're addicted and can't abstain,
confide in your friends or the Lord above.

Liquor fuels...

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Starry night
Something bright
Guide me to the answer tonight
Bring me to reason
Give me something good
Give me something worth while
There is nothing but shame and confusion

Broken bottle
You’ve only made a fool of yourself
Jealousy, obsession, whatever you want to call it
Lay with me, lay with me
Say you love...

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With spacetime ripples
come dark energy waves
Emanating from the ether
tainted forces hold me slave
What sort of person
fly’s kites after dark
One with many issues
hiding Cains invisible mark

Left to wander miasma
blind man at controls
Free will is human delusion
We’re all just digging holes
Carving out wishing wells
siphoned dry as stone
Skeletons...

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This life is a silhouette of dancing flames,
A jelly of a million billion shapes, a fathomless illusion, a plotless sequel.
There is more to see for the blind and less to say for the wise.
This life is a carpet freckled with splinters,
A sofa of countless stingings,...

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skater on black ice sheds a ghostly light...

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On the brink of crying,
on the brink of dying,
what are you gonna do?On the brink of cryin‘,
On the brink of dyin‘,
You’ve gotta listen to your soul now, too.

Now think of this situation,
This is a poem, but also a conversation
If you don’t want to hurt those...

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On the Brink

Many do reach this point,
Death’s an option . . .

Not the only one though,
As illusion is here too . . .

Just wondering what this is all about:
Life, Death, Heaven, Hell, Glory, Sorrow?

Half-Empty . . . Half-Full . . . And . . ....

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