Best Caustic Poems

I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
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It seeps into your bones this silent sadness
Spreading like a caustic cancerous liquid
Black and oozing slithery fingers into spaces
Once open petals to joy and light...

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Lunging forward a stab to the heart,
vitriol hurled at an unsuspecting soul.
A sarcastic word or comment, thrown in jest,
tearing flesh, leaving a gaping hole.
I was...

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The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart. 

He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.

Until...

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When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier...

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I am bored with Poetrysoup

Premier Poetry website rekindled my poetic talent 
Veterans loved my work and inspired to showcase talent
But soon got entangled in Members...

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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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A wounded star
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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
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Had a room been open   in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what?     ...

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I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells...

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It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.

Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see...

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To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore...

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From 2010. Narrator is Robert Gibbs, snooty White House Press Secretary.

Lay, O Lord, a curse on press men, rude and churlish, sad, obsessed men 
Who...

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