Best Concussive Poems

Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightning bugs mimic...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,
nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.
Lightning bugs mimic...

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The thing that went...

The first thing that went wrong - 
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.

The second thing that went wrong
was that dream I was having,
you know, the one where I'm...

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As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row

Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows

Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields...

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Black diamond, fools gold,
overpriced and undersold.

Falling vices, rising prices,
and all the things that we are told.

Percussive concussion, concussive percussion,
endless discussion.
 
A round of applause for revealing your flaws,
your sin serves to feed them their spin.
If you had our fears, if we gave you our hopes,
we'd...

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Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted...

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Treading lightly through snaking, 
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery 
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its 
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies 
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not 
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of 
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does...

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Sheets of rain pour from heaven, concussive drops falling in succession another life being lead, too far in the wrong direction how am I so up when I'm down?

Another mistake
Another one made
Another hole in the back of my brain
Another hope
Will hurt the most
When falling from...

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Twas accursed destiny
     since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,

     viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
    eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role

     assumed tubby...

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Rumbling earth offers it's own baseline
Bones of the underworld crackle thunderously
Concussive forces driving Gaia's ecstasy.
The man watches as her eyes crackle menacingly
Mortal flirtations lusting for battle
Stone and Crystal, immense and fragile.
Booming, resonating, radiating, alive,
Conjured rumblings otherworldly
Each threaten alternately
To burst his chest
Or to implode it.
With each...

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Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung

Twas accursed destiny
since birth (maybe coded in
deoxyribonucleic acid  
since time immemorial) alas and alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
one common Joe biden his time
for no particular
rhyme nor reason
revisiting mine days of yore, 
when protectiveness courtesy 
older...

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The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths...

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Listless touches
graze me
    as I pass
over the wooden bridge,
clouds dancing
   before a three-quarter moon,
about me
       misty faces form
             and dissipate
in the blink...

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The yellow scraps perform a thrill during fierce storms. 
The breeze turbine is a lofty pattern within local farms. 
Amazed, I can spot concussive impacts in the wet stones. 
Bursting a ball of fire to tackle to impel amply atones.

A golden ovoid floats through unfathomable...

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Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date

While yours truly sat here 
at the desk housing MacBook Pro,
pondering his next idée fixe apropos
for gamut of anonymous readers,
he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually
exploded out rear end;
perhaps ye heard or felt 
the ground beneath your feet...

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