Best Butchery Poems

Rising from the desert sand
was a shimmering mirage
of a thousand shouts
	Heated winds of fanaticism,
	intense and blowing violently loud
Shrill calls to blood prayer seethe,
breathing fiery invocations
of...

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(SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE 1917)

It’s just another starry night
all is at peace before the storm,
Yet so afraid am I, of the impending summer’s day 
now the...

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You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before...

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This poem is a re-post from last year for the situation is worsening daily.

ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a 
Human's wrist.
I was...

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Hells stone fury cannot find me here
The raging of the dawning light cannot be the one within us
I am perpetually hidden within this wound of...

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Dedicated to Robert Lindley. Warning this tale is dark.

THE DOVE

A bloody stain upon the sheets, how cruel!
Soulless weight of the wretched beast who’d rule.
With his...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest
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It is a...

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Rise up young man
speak your mind 
let your voice be heard
let the world know 
what's inside your head

Rise up young man
tell the world what you...

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Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses...

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That mad doctor wants to rip me open, head to toe, I just know it!

His scalpel is sharpened and hungry for a slice of flesh;...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house
which in the summer months would strangle you,
wearing heated gloves. Tough luck.
A gulf of emotion that is...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural...

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I am in the entrails of rot, 
A mock of the human mind,
A plea and a drain

I eat and I eat and I eat
The faith...

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This is as philosophical
As keeping the count, 
Binoculars trained
For a whale 
That will never spout,
This is not the season,
Hamlet knew.

The Pilgrim knew,
As did the Wife...

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When death comes, sordid, scary
I shall not fret, as others do be
I shall not be shaken, not in the least measure
But will welcome him with...

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