Best Cornering Poems

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Our Ring of Peace

There is a reason
the world is round and not square,
no cornering or
boxed-in, but let peace ring free
all around this world of ours.

2022 March 08
*1st Place*
World Peace
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 March 10

*HMS: 5,7,5,7,7....

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Now you know all of us
were endowed by our Creator
with different various gifts,
some of us can write, some of
us can draw, some of us just sit,
but there's a special brand out
there that are very good at chit-chat,
they're partly vegetarian but mostly carnivorous,
as you try hard...

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A boy and board in Brooklyn
bedeviled by the breath of baroque battles
bemused with a belligerent brain beauty
and befriended by battlefield bravado, 
the chessmen championed his ego
wickedly warring to a visionary's voodoo,
those soldiers of black and white instrumentality
would be the boy's unfailing family
never gainsaying his genius,...

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trigger warning Rape, sexual harassment

 you were 6 when the boy in the desk behind you kept pulling your ponytail till he made you cry. It was okay though,it meant you had pretty hair. 

You were 9 when the ball kicked at you by the...

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Ache—
Let it sink
Deep
 
With quiet and unfathomable rage, every word shown
Black ink, black intent,
Yeah, she was done


The black nail polish on her nails chipping
Stupid, cheap crap…

The color black burned through her soul, 
Giving her slight satisfaction in her furious state of mind
Always angry
Always sad, and...

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A night's jog through a quiet town.
The strange warmth of an old familiar church.
The morning sun and outside sounds.
Picking the proper jeans, beguiled and besmirched.
Cautious steps inside as anxiety melts off from incense.
The light from the window above my pew.
The love from a girl's eyes...

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I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads 
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just...

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Ann-Marie

Tombs for teeth stuck out 
On stocks overhanging
A trembling lower lip the
Impression of permanent snivel
Impeding would-be normal childish speech
Should such a thing ever have been desired

Passionately pleading 
Dark brown eyes - doe I think they’d say
Both avoiding the straight ahead
Poised always 
Glistening ready to tear...

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The honey was very well aware
As she went flitting by
That all the goof-offs hanging out
Were giving her the eye.

She didn’t mind they stole a gander
As she saw them standing there
Admiring her newly shortened skirts
And giving her gams a stare.

As long as she wasn’t a real...

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Save your energy...
I've found my center a place to sit amongst the absent.
My mother-my best thought; says she made this all just for us.
Love your enemy...
My father killed my dog-my best friend, lost.
My father killed him then disinfected both hands in our kitchen sink.
A place...

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Anytime is good for loving .



                                It is a good time to love 
...

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My narrow spine draws up
like a creaking cold floor
cornering confines, facing vacancy
While my father is as a sharp rain that
pounds down on my skin, grey tin
a shed to my life and its
sticky alcoholic stew
like a Jew, cemented sorrow 
and in my shoe, a dead furnace
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Here I am in town
With my sniffing dogs
And wearing eagle’s eyes
I climb over bomb blasted ruins
Searching for survivor jobs
From every cornering street
My dogs I scatter all over
Hoping they will un-earth
An opportunity
For me to be used
But all I hear is only
 A barking silence
I continue to...

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As l look around and gather things for my journey
l realise that l havent reached my tally
As the trials and tribulations sweep me across the valley
l breathed heavily, in and out , as l reach for my Yahweh
My mind twisting and curling as l recall...

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when a parent of a child 
experiences
with an odd mixture of shame,
humor & wonder,
that very first lie
which their children tells them,
does this parent experience the same feeling that they 
themselves did
when they found out that 
santa
wasn’t real?

like the slim difference between 
a hysterical laughing face
&
a...

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