Best Brutal Poems

My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth

Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.

Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice

Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall. 

An image appearing all too...

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early morning....

I watch a chickadee perch on my bay leaf tree,
dropping down to sip water from my birdbath

next to the tiny cherub angel, leg extended
in welcome-

my hand loomed rug, crafted by a bluffwoods
Grandmother, lovingly watches over me-

His shadow arc's and infiltrates my prism,

if I'm less...

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In the Maritimes, it is difficult 
Especially, on the Bay 
Where winds are carried. 

The temperatures drop down, really low 
Could swear, you're in the Arctic 
Snow piles up too. 

The brutal winter wind, stays close behind 
Dressed up, like an Eskimo 
You will beg...

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To all women battered by brutal men
Cast not the blame at the foot of heaven
The dyed cloth by brutality stained
Shake that rag in demon's lurrid face
The summons writ for him disdained
By God and the better virtues of the race.

Then come down to the spiritual waters...

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A fierce ache within my chest 
an intense crushing feeling
The mere thought of you has 
my being vibrating from 
searing pain
How foolish to trust in another
 "I'm not like the rest!"....
only makes me doubt more
Physically...the scars I can handle....
it's the scars upon my 
Essence I...

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Brutal honesty I dared myself to write, so without hesitation writing brutally honest I begin. Demons control the facade of angels that surround me, I'm loved, though demented. Webs of deceit control the strands of truth I spin, sober under the constant influence of drugs....

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Going to war armed with a metal pole,
A stiff breeze cuts the summer air.
Becoming safe is the primary goal,
And the chattering and cheering begin to blare.

I stop to turn and face my enemy,
He stares me down, ready to battle.
I can only imagine what lies ahead...

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Broken       “Perfect”       
Blowout      Preventer
Billowing    Petroleum
Burning       Profusely

Bodies          Paining
Burning   ...

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Sip that blood .. fill thy melancholic heart
bandage my deep wounds then dig me a grave
may my life begin if I shall depart 
for the mortuary life had me enslaved 
and my conscious mind cursed his sanity 
scattered am I among those frosty dreams 
to...

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Waking me in the wake of her brilliance
words spoken,written in convoluted high tones
ringing meaning esoteric and quite unknown
the craft was hyped in meteoric terms
shining bright, sending craven tremulous brain numb.



Harking, in glory she strode the road

on which no one else was allowed 

they lined up...

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In the canvas of twilightish insanity
Appear pomegranate designs of passion
An intellectual dance of day flowing into night

In the sea inside skull, the heartbeats of humanity
Vibrating with   rurality towards urbanity 
Get oxidized in the lemon and salt of mundanity

No concern for the formality of...

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I may be gentle as Jack
but patience is what i lack
my best word is smack
therefore,no nut is too hard for 
me to crack

I always walk in the park
even when nature says;its dark
cos,my every step ignites a spark
so i don't deserve that nike mark

I creep before...

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Remembering the time of fragrance
Now everywhere spread is gloom
Vision is blur, nothing in vein
Flames are set by those insane...

Kids swayed under canopy's light
Their noise was sweet and sound
Now still is all let it move someday
As all has turned to burnt hay...

Every drop of tears are...

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I see the shadows
Of my mind
Thoughts and desires
Beyond me to confine

Visions of the future
Dreams of the past
Time is perception
It creeps by so fast

I see the shadows
Inside my mind
I see the people
Who remain to be blind

Their thoughts are closed
They fail to find
The point I make
In this...

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Their pen
spreads pure venom
by wearing gentle dress
on the throat of third world to rule
of noose.

-September 12, 2018 Chattogram...

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