Best Chaffed Poems

In Memoriam of brave, lost souls during the First World War

Our insides churn, nostrils flare, with the pungent stench,
Order given to leave our sanctuary and trench.
Battle cry, whistle blown and up and over we go;
Standing together in advancement row by row.

We, doomed soldiers, marching onto...

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He seemed very much like those white dogs before,
With a raggedy coat, pointed ears and much more.
But the likeness soon ended to those dogs gone away.
For he'd never known kindness or love in his day.

He didn't know words, didn't even know stairs.
His nose, from the...

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My friend and I were skating in a rink.
He said, "Can we play a different sport?"
It was fun, but my friend tended to sink.
"Of course," I said, he smiled for my support.
He asked again, "Where else can we play sport?"
We played basketball, crowd around us...

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The shoulders chaffed, the weary backs
of pack mules cursed with intellect,
so briefly were unburdened from
the detrious of war.

A break for a line doggy
from the green corrupted alley,
the worst stretch of the worst path;
hell's putrid inner city.

The Pall Mall you were having;
a cardboard box of four;
packed...

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So nice of you to mention 
from your lofty Bully Pulpit
the bravery and sacrifice
of honor driven men.
Spewing verbose platitudes 
that smell of self inclusion,
when pack straps, boots, and pistol belts
have never chaffed your skin.

The microphone before you there
will magnify your ego;
with bold, practiced inflection
you'll dispense...

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Spirit Passing

Even in the bitter of the darkest winter
When our hearts feel cold as river stones,
And our tears are but ice fields,
When we feel certain that sweet summer winds
Will never visit our chaffed souls again,
We must remember, and always know,
That beneath even the coldest, deep...

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Harsh! The  asphalt  sac circumscribes my spirit
   drowning  the  spectacle of sapphire ambiance
   That whirls a blue crush over my suntanned face,
    whose temples are rippling with shimmering grin
    And ,merry...

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As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did...

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MY skies are turning grey, there's silence in the air..
    The clouds are weighing heavy, especially in my eyes...
    My days are passing quickly by, the years have almost gone..
    Where are those sunny, summer days...

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the gun shoots
runners off
one step two step
running with the stride like no other
it passes the 10k mark
my mind is daft
my body chaffed and burnt
at 13 miles and I get a second wind
I am indulging in what I do
fatigue is not an option,
20th mile I'm sore...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle

Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous ton caisses blown asunder one blow after another yapping at...

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Her yellowed eyes weren't blinking,
despite so very many crawling flies,
seen to be covering her stilled face,
nor did she hear the fearful cries,
of the many other children around her,
as they all lay weak and forlorn,
and we all knew that many more voices,
would be stilled before the...

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I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner....cause then I'd be in somebody's buns.

"I shall return!" I said to my last wife, last time I saw her in 1989.  McArthur I isn't!

Why are women so much smarter than men?  Probably cause they have...

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Is it just that I seize the throe of your peer's pluck?
 
I, your most faithful servant come calmly into 
your womb of beauty, only to be chaffed by the lack
of it's current.
 
Is it I, that makes the flower wither? 
 
I have broken...

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