Best Business End Poems

Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with the credits rolling past
And Raisin said, “That gunslinger was super duper fast.

“I really liked the way he walked with that...

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"A child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts."

			W. Wordsworth
								

I am your grandmother.
I spent 24 years making
parenting mistakes, so I think
I'm pretty well trained now,
pretty worn down, open-minded
and accepting.
I think we'll be good friends.

At sixteen,...

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@one must have lived
on both' sides of
justice to be fully
exposed...gf


There are so many
     languages'
There are oh! So
many plans'
But, in this day of
confusion..
Can it really
stand....
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Their are those who
live in the shadow
There are those who
are on top!
Many have...

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If I had the girl
 we would sleep days.
 Put dimes in the jukebox by night, 
 listening as darkness plays.

 But her haunting green eyes,
 yet do remain.
 lost among twisted highways,
 searching left me insane.

 If I had the girl,
 I might get...

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Last year when it was Halloween
I was frighted so
When my friends went to trick-or-treat
I didn't want to go
But now I'm really tired 
Of being frightened sick
So I went out to by back yard 
And got myself a stick

I got a knife and cleaned off
Most of...

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I unearthed mouse turds in the silverware tray.
The little furry devils are back.
I bought some traps.
The little wooden snappy ones.
The kind my father wielded decades before.
They hadn't changed one bit throughout the years,
Why change deadly perfection, I guess.
I used to think my father was cruel.
Why...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but it isn't mine,
it came from HIM -
the guy at my...

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Valerie Garman entered the world upon the tail-end of the upper-middle class

A place where the schoolgirls were tantalisingly innocent and the men were
Increasingly unbecoming

The sidewalks gleamed and the church bells rang
The winters snowed and the summer birds cooed in unison

The earth was lain with the...

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If you're reading this, honey 
it means the diner is burning,

It's not a typo or a misprint,
but a message:

Witches are wisdom-embedded
women who have seen worse things
than the business end of a newt's behind

I once made a man cry with desire
on a whim by telling him...

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'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
One enters through the worlds door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,

Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,

Loosen from...

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My Beautiful Bones
By LoLa

I cant ignore this feeling in my mind.  

Words are short in supply and I dont know why

Will I die when i stop to rest a while?  

Will i crumble to the ground once I stop to breathe?

As the life...

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'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,

Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,

Loosen from...

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Do you remember years ago, 
the mystery so profound? 
that frightful day the rabbits came to town. 

I'm sorry. I didn't see you.
Were you not around?
to feel the chill of when the rabbits came to town. 

They were quieter than mice. 
You couldn't hear a...

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I like spiders and I like black ants.
For fleas and lice, I take another stance.
Sometimes, I wonder if they admire us.
The same question goes for a virus.

Neither foolish fleas and lice, spread by mice, 
Nor black ants and spiders, heed my advice.
Disgusting dirt and dust...

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With thoughts of getting fish-faced on a Friday night, 
I dropped anchor in a portside bar 
To contemplate the crooked path to closing time; 
Couldn’t guarantee I’d get that far.

I ordered a tequila, called myself a salt, 
And I joked about a mocking bird. 
The...

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