Best Catatonic Poems

Sixteen years old and in a world of her own
Confined to life lived in a wheelchair
Ever since birth, doctors don’t know what went wrong
But, it...

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In the morning storm
he hums like a bird,
but words do not form -
for he can't be heard.

Catatonic eyes,
reflect hypnotised.
As he holds back cries
he feels paralysed.

Anguish...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical...

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In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing

O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou...

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Hospitals are designed
(a) to make you appreciate your bed at home
(b) to prompt many unanswerable questions 
(c) to facilitate smooth patient care
(d) to never complain...

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Adios, Roseanne



Roseanne's racist tweet caused big trouble

So she voiced remorse on the double

     The Trump-loving comic

     Appeared...

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I once was here, then in the blue ocean,
I once was dry, then thrown into commotion. 
I had no clue, for I was in the...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony...

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Running, running, get away,
move aside! I can't stay!

Time is gone and I must go
hurry now,  move too slow.

Heart is racing, pounding loud
press myself against...

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Death Comes

All arguments and denials were fruitless;
The deceased fell prey to the Master Thief.

The “One” whose icy-cold touch is . . .
Just Too Cold to...

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Thru horrendous acts of lore within the aperture of the Earth’s core
Lays Evil of a wrathful whore to which you find stimulating and abhor
Within frozen...

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Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated...

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Numb yawn of early Friday crawls
Through drowsy hours, a mind jangles
It twitches and shakes from weariness. Void.

  By 6 am, my still world remains...

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Happiness rages outside smiles that wend ‘round my cracked doorway sirens fade from 
the street music stops commercials scream dissonant chords walk across cat eyes...

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from afar, leaves like uncounted catatonic fires  
huddled close
pinned to the chill air

a pointillist’s love affair with a hundred shades of red

the ground is...

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