Best Censored Poems

Soup Censors will never weigh risks
Of publishing physical frisks
For children must know
Wherever they go
Saint Francis rode three asterisks...

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Poets whose hands are tied
     voices silenced
Deviate from issues
     Tragedies that plague our hearts

Others are free to read 
     what appeals to them
Why should we not write
    about concerns with...

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So robots write poetry now.  Here's what I think of that.

Yer shiny enough, Robot Boy
Yer hard as a shard of rock
You never run out of energy
You and yer digital clock
Sex isn’t problematic
There isn’t an issue, you know
Just wipe you off with a dampened cloth
And...

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All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas,
with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss,
inspiration sadly discarded as they spas,
the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past.

Talent? Witch please, mumble's a disease,
contracted through the legs or the knees,
they don't bounce...

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..... cus i aint got no mother plucking rap skills mucker,
I'm a poet shall I show it
rhyme the line combine and row it,
I'm a sick ink flicker
tips fidget like a widget 
I'm a little bit prolific
that's a rap 
so get with it


such a good chorus,...

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We sold our freedoms for Big Macs, big stacks of crack, and bottles of Jack
This mess is wack and in fact I'm totally done
Havin' fun with the lines I've spun
We want to sit here and whine and moan
And groan while we play with our phones
We're...

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Now you feel so bright yea you feel so strong
but did you know that I knew you all along
that you were faking, (poo)-taking, halfbaking all that weed that you were making

When you gonna give it up?
No no no no can't get enough
The fad says you...

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This is all that’s left of you (or me)…

It was real (or not).
You loved (but not just) me.
I was (or not) missing you.
I trusted (but not only) you.
We were together (or not).
You broke me (or so you know).

This is all that’s left of me (or...

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You said it was the last time
but I guess it wasn't the right time
and all I can do, say yes all that i do
is sit here and remember how i dreamed of you

but this won't be my last try
I'm just waiting until I die
but 'til...

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For the third time he’s got her, he’s trying to get it in;
She’s saying no, but whatever… he just won’t listen.
“Stop, Get the f--- off me! Don’t touch me… NO!”
She’s fighting, she’s glaring, but he isn't letting go.
People walking by, glimpse, looks away;
Pleading with her...

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Thoughts;
freedoms
wave goodbye-
all confined things
die



Inspired by the maxim of Toulouse Lautred's father about nature/birds etc...

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CENSORED: a kind of unfinished symphony


This hammer made my finger sting
The flaming, silly, soppy thing
Now I’ve hit my poor old thumb
Oh my giddy aunt, ho hum

My right leg’s broke below the knee
Goodness gracious, pity me
I just nearly broke my neck
Blow me down and what the...

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Am I a terrible person
For thinking the way that I do
People may say that I’m normal
Oh, but only if they knew

I constantly have to censor myself
From saying what I think
Cause thoughts run through my mind so fast
I scarce have time to blink

Sometimes I have to...

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The little duck was stuck in the water very blue, 
but would he care too much if that was all he ever knew? 
I don’t think he would if I speak honestly and true, 
but I don’t care too much about some duck I never...

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We respect the p$#t's 

Freedom of expr%ss#$n

Our rules serve a gr#$ter p#rp&se

We build c#mm$n%ties out of nothing

All gratitude is owed to us

As such we make requirements

That we expect from our f#ll%w$rs

That they not truly expr$ss what they're f##ling

Unless it neatly fits in one of our...

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