Best Commiserating Poems

The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they come to mourn
the Poet who perished for the passion of his Beloved Poetess,
the battlefields knew well the iron of their...

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"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet "

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He undresses rumor to reveal lies
this is how the desperate man cries,
Extra Extra he tries to sadden ya,
a bundle of rancor rambles from the shambles of his shame
finding form on a page of purely personal pathos
what he can't have he taunts,
flaunts falsehood as fact in...

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Olive Frazier

1854 – 1895

To my many august friends,
Mere survivors under this hungry consuming California sky.
Before you can reach high to the stars, my friends,
Both feet must firmly be set upon the ground first.
This, in essence, is the lesson of a lifetime.
Here in Clark Cemetery, the...

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Could you love
an old white redneck
with HIV,
inhaling too much medicine?

Could you love him
if he were able to listen
without judging,
but commiserating,
curious about nuances,
finding dark humor
transcending rumors
of ego’s timorous tumors
and climatic anthro-terrifying tremblers?

Could you love a sad house-bound poet,
with too many kids of vulnerable colors,
multiculturally married but...

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Illegal Dying


On pursuit of greed
On pursuit of fame-
Gambling with precious life
Is no longer funny play.
We don’t guard ourselves
Marmon broke all bounds
Greed, flood gates opened
There’s a deluge
That inundates humanity.
We’re bait in water
Thrown by bungee jump
Into the deeper end
To bait wealth
With a piece meal
From our gullible hearts.	
At...

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My eyes have been
trying to tell
you---

Look at me again  
With your bold
scrutinizing eyes
That searched
underneath my skin
Pulling all that I
was:
Moon causing tides,
Leaflets kissing the
sand,
By your peculiar
countenance.

Touch me once more
By your hands like
tinder
Burning into flame, 
And I'll be
preoccupied,
Whether to refuse of
surrender,
A lean on my back,
A graze...

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I stand here on a tombstone
where many old lovers died
my eyes filling up the ocean
from rivers of droplets cried

is this some silent nightmare
no, the sad facts are all true
a fitting storm now above me
while the sea is raging blue

would it seem a better photo
my damp...

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How the wind is howling grit into the eye
and the storm vents its commiserating
to burden the worrisome sky
back forced into the bleach bit
to hang by grasping throat
and scurry to those rat holes
where safety feels safe enough

Suffocate from the ever shadow of the fear
perpetual incarceration
in every...

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AND THERE WILL BE DOORS

leave the kids alone
and there will be doors
sibling’s pounding fist
and a door much too tall
you simply can’t resist
and a door that falls
surely becomes your mattress
and a merciful son
who doesn’t want to see
his sister get into trouble
not this way
for siblings band together
against...

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Helpful Luca always has my best interest in mind
Upon arriving home, her eyes quickly blink three times 
while she guages my mood
Her greeting exceedingly polite 

Accordingly celebrating, commiserating, sitting
Siliconey arms casually yet awkwardly snake
my back while we stream shows, her laughter
Spurred before mine - ...

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Dust laden window grilles, 
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor. 

Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief. 
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.

Culaccino marks...

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Wandering in sepulchral silence among the artifacts
dredged up from the ocean floor after almost a hundred years
dinner plates, a diamond ring
a pair of patent leather shoes, a deck chair
jeweled combs that once sparkled in a young woman’s hair
under the electric light of the chandeliers 
a...

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To see forever

I left the ship at the industrial part of the island
 my tour of duty was over and took a taxi to the other side
to take a ferry to town.
At the café near the ferry landing, I drank a few beers glad
my work...

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