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Best Confiscating Poems


My Empathetic Quill Bleed For the Empress Ink
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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Categories: confiscating, community, friendship love, imagery,
Form: Spoken Word
Who Will Free My Soul
WHO WILL FREE MY SOUL?

Criticism and sarcastic words is all i hear,
Nobody ever appreciates my efforts.
Failure and fiasco is all fear,
Inspiration derived doesn’t seem to comfort.

Mask I put won’t conceal my pain.
Favors made, countless I pray.
I’m being controlled like horse’s rein.
To my oppressors, I am...

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Categories: confiscating, death, depression, life, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Monomaniacal Mist
Monomaniacal Mist

I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like the serpent swallowing sorrows slithering to sanitize your soul
In view of marauding morrows whispering winds wavering console

As a malodorous mist,...

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Categories: confiscating, death, destiny, mystery,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Decoding
Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.

The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.

The manic...

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Categories: confiscating, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Black Fruits - In French -
Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le peu de lumière,
Stagnante, sous les dernières
Feuilles de novembre,
La sève lentement...

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Categories: confiscating, allegory, animal, nature, winter,
Form: Free verse
Ama: the Song of the Jungle
Ama you are a father 
Father my father
Whose basket of fishes
Sweetened my mother’s dishes
Whose naked feet danced
The jungle drum you drummed.

I remember
Father I still remember
Those joyous days
When like brooding hens
You employed your hands
To shield the offsprings
Those several bodies
O! the little bodies
That clung to your bare...

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© Canny Amah  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: confiscating, nostalgiafather, father, universe,
Form:



Joint
When my wife found my pot, she thought it was tea.
And her employer fired her after he made her pee.
My dad caught me when I smoked my very first joint.
He blistered my buttocks, he wanted to make a point.
He also gave me a lecture about...

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Categories: confiscating, dad, drug, funny, prison,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Guns Do Kill People
I’m sick of hearing that guns don’t kill --
Without an assault-style weapon in his hand
no bullets would have been fired in Uvalde, Texas.
Nineteen children would be alive and happy;
Two fine teachers would be grading papers!

Trample me down, if you really must,
but these children were blown...

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Categories: confiscating, anti bullying, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member An Argument
When the mind's disease is hate,
it flows through veins unchecked.
I'm just a voice in the midst of darkness, striking a match.
A light for minds seeking refuge from storms,
to lift a crying child above the swollen stream,
that may sweep us away.
People are angry, the Earth shakes,...

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Categories: confiscating, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Loves Beauty Fades

~*~


Alluring veil of ebony lace
slumbering silently, masking tired eyes

Confiscating vehemently
every tear she cries

Words whispered from a forked tongue
gasping for a breath of disgrace

Jealousy of ghost past 
nothing left, but to hide her face

Lies rip into the pages of her book
promises broken, left in dismay

The hues...

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Categories: confiscating, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Camouflaged Love
~*~

Alluring veil of ebony lace
slumbering silently, masking tired eyes

Confiscating vehemently
every tear she cries

Words whispered from a forked tongue
gasping for a breath of disgrace

Jealousy of ghost past 
nothing left, but to hide her face

Lies rip into the pages of her book
promises broken, left in dismay

The hues...

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Categories: confiscating, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Fashion Police
This is not just a poem
but more of a point of view.
So, go ahead and nod
when you hear something
that rings true.
You've always wanted
to call the fashion police.
Now you can!
When your shocked
by what you see.
So many things come to mind,
people post them on Facebook
all the time.
Wearing...

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Categories: confiscating, fantasy, fashion, fun, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Pushing Beyond Your Borders
I thought
I believed
I was beyond the reach of light
Trapped there within your darkness
You eclipsed my wonder
My innocence
My hope

You wrapped me fully
Confiscating my will
Smothered my unrealized self
Draped me in your need
Subjugated me to your narrative

Then in the distance
A flicker
A tiny dot
Beyond your optics
Your contrived paranoia
Your insatiable...

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Categories: confiscating, christian, faith, feelings, god,
Form: Free verse
Gentle Fervor At Rest
A pharmacon was not be, God saw you confiscating drowsy

He mantled him in his loving arms and whispered come with me 

The Family has minus one gentle fervor and heaven one angel more

Fathomless in my heart  your memory is kept of one i admired...

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Categories: confiscating, absence,
Form: Elegy
Premium Member Cupid Arrested By the Fun Police
He learnt to fly when he was a child, 
Darting throughout the air.
Shooting through crowds, leaving everyone happy, 
At the country fair.

Shooting people in their belly, back and their legs, 
With his small little love tipped dart.
Leaving them with a crush, a brand new love,
In...

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Categories: confiscating, lost love, love, love
Form: Quatrain

Book: Reflection on the Important Things