Best Contaminates Poems

How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our...

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Death's malodor dances 
with winds of lament

heart wonders, mind ponders

watching sunset lose her grace,
time has become an adversary,

pulsating in our misfortune,
orchestrating a tragedy of love

heart...

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Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity

Resembles a godsend in her way of...

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The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body

Contaminates
The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip

The farther
It traveled
The less germs

And...

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And repression funded mental 
assassination
I shall climb beyond the human 
heights
When consistency aided 
conspiracy
When mental discipline
Has become mental plaque
That contaminates the 
constraints
Of the pure at...

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Hate pollutes and contaminates the soul, but love purifies it.



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What feelings render in my heart I can’t explain 
What emotions slaughter my soul I cannot say? 
The desired thought of suicide? I do not...

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I can’t see, but I can feel.
It feels wrong. 
The beach is where I go to heal, not open more wounds.
The sand is supposed to...

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this is not a free country
pick a place on the globe
they force the laws upon us
US - free people of the world

i am not free...

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A thousand myriad voices           scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents...

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CYRUS "THE VIRUS" IS EVERYWHERE. 
WREAKING HAVOC WITHOUT ANY CARE. 
BORN OUT OF WEDLOCK BETWEEN SLIME AND MOLD.
MORPHS HIS WAY THROUGH LIFE I'M TOLD. 
BIRDS...

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This silence that I keep leaves room for the unheard,
             so I take...

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A frigid landscape casts a bitter pall
over a barren nation of weary souls
imprisoned and laden under a regime
of hammer and sickle, numb and cold.

Regimented are...

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Should we call him a man 
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity,...

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MISERY

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