Best Coffined Poems

Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old man feel faint - ha! 
..a feign of concern with...

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One step I go back, and
I see you holding my hands...
With a smile, walking down the lanes.
Yesterday I acquainted me in you
When your hands grabbed mine in your fears
With such reliance, allaying down the pains.
And Today when I stood still
I saw myself lost in despair
When...

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Scholars squander sunny days
Coffined in their cloistered nooks,
Where a wise man never stays
Buried, bored, by books....

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Persona

She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover
all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara
made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate shadows

Did not foresee what stretched behind sagging veiled wails
mirrored complexed complexion walled from nowhere and
never a curtain to fall for...

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I've seen the silent night hurled at me again,
my feelings mouthless,  a cut deeper than fresh 
wound cupped a strange fantasy of expression inside - 
Another  gory fear danced to itself in my soul.
Masturbation came in silence and we warred, 
I wore myself...

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The price we pay 
For these countries of ours
Battlefield loss
Coffined towers
 
Daughters and sons
Gunned down
Patriotic souls
Perish, under Nature's sun
 
Terrorist war, i cant understand
To fight each other, my thoughts bland
Muslim, Sunni or Shiite Bro's
Severe grudge, Suicide blows
 
No faith, can comprehend
The sender of this degenerate...

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It was a sex attack
in burning clairvoyance.

You cannot catch me 
in catastrophic moment.

A hard core **** has 
the piety for a lone wolf.

Unclothed, a courier 
walks into a shower of bullets.

A hospital waits for the 
wounded god returning home.

On the scrubland you place at the...

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The white house on the hillside
Bright as ivory,
Entombs lost generations,
Coffined lovingly.

The mausoleum glimmers,
Glinting skull-white pale
A marble paradise where
Ancestors prevail…
Hearken!  Hear them wail!...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 4

Innocence, zest, curiosity 
remain intact protected   
crimson hymns I earned
when Divinity composed 
a skin of cheetah brown 
amused at a white chin 
where my masculine’s 
fuzzy beard ought to be
HE raucously laughed 
aloud at my horrored 
‘Don’t...

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Pain abates. A silent love zigzags
through his bullet wound. He is an 

Indian mercenary fighting for the 
Allies. He was born with a rusted 

iron spoon in his mouth. Hunger 
made him a soldier. He’s fit, fights 

again for the alien cause. Her eyes 
trigger...

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Cars line the highways
with their broken life inhabitants,
coffined tributes to a last wish that got away,
android druids in mock procession
—racing toward the end 

(University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020)...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 3

Pretence lies coffined 
as Spring makes a call
early chincherinchees 
kissing late winter’s wind
knowing empty cupboards 
will be filled once more 
perceptions of another
timeline where artful
wiles and emotionless 
inserts receive no nods 
of approval 

My Love stands oaked 
in cerebral...

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#This_moment;
Its hard to breath in here, my lungs exhaust to serve my respiratory system, I try hard to reach out to the outer world but this atmosphere chains my abilities to do so, I so wish to break free from this dungeon, my life pumps...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 1

How can I pretend when 
flutters across my chest only 
prickle as your thought 
arrives with doubt or hope 
What is hope anyway ?
A flimsy wish built upon 
a matrix I no longer 
attune to as Mantis 
explores my...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 2

Pretence is for those who 
round a corner with I did
read that book, she smiles
with her eyes, then escape 
to humour minds or waves  
agonising over shame 
or secrecy or stealth 
calculating cunning 
strategies for recognition 
such nouns...

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