Best Cross Out Poems

As every meeting ends in a goodbye, a shopping trip always ends in a good buy. That's life. But the sales are over and I hope this time to avoid a buyer’s fate.
Oh, how I like thin collarbones of empty hangers, touched to death lonely...

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"Thou art That" (Chandogya Upanishad 6.8.7 of the Sama Veda)

You wanna know what’s something you are not?
It is that easy. Take a piece of paper,
divide it into two parts with a pen,
entitle the left side as “I”, the right 
one – “It” and then think...

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writing is daydreaming on paper or sometimes straight into a computer.
notes crossed out, smacked around, slashed, re-visited, starred, circled,
checked, underlined, slashed out again, retrieved.

after print has happened, it all begins anew.  I count the syllables,
make six hundred tally marks on the page, slash out,...

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“Words We Cannot Escape”

Words we can no longer speak

we tap dance over keys 
bruised blackly numb
Winter palette in hand 
Autumn now gone 

across white-washed notes fixated on stark enclosed walls 
the scent of old Lavender swimming in its vanilla escapes us
each word appears miraculously in...

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The semi circular motion of a semi colon is neither a separation of an apostrophe or a mere dot of a full stop. Perhaps the embrace of a bracket within a sentence could harness and calm words. It is imperative form and involves structure but...

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Cross out
Erase
Start over.
Ideas just wont flow,
The pen just wont write.
Correction won't write.
New paper,
New pen,
Damn this wind
Close that window!
Where was I?
A million thoughts
And not one makes sense.
Where is my Thesaurus?
What the hell rhymes with time?
Lime
Dime
Mime,
Forget time!
Hell of a headache,
I need an aspirin.
Make that a shot,
Or two,
Or...

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Letters, written by unsteady hand
on newspaper, margins of "occupant" mailers
blank sides grocery lists,
big  X across the back of a page.
 
One day, I saw it: a grandparent
cross out a whole page, turn it over
and begin a letter.
 
But why?  There is paper everywhere.
Use...

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Friends and enemies

I didn't eat an apple
Green or blue
The only thing that I know is
I no longer know you

The first time I saw you
You were good
The last time I saw you
I waved to you 
But you waved at others
And made me a fool

I don't know...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

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This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

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But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill? I’m the guy they put before a
wall and shoot then...

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Another day, another day to cross out on the calendar
Are these lens called my eyes functioning
I couldn't be the one to say it, my attention is elsewhere; I'm dazed
Today is just one of those days
Lost in a memory, a memory hidden from another lifetime ago...
Could...

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New
Life,
Easter
Forgiveness
Sins as scarlett
Washed me clean, cross out my sins
Release the hold of the evil one in life....

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Bees make honey; hens lay eggs.
Brewers mash and fill their kegs.
Chefs make meals and cows give milk.
Spiders spin their webs like silk.

Knitters turn out scarves and sweaters.
In Vermont, they fashion cheddars.
Artists sketch or draw or paint.
English teachers cross out “ain’t.”

Donkeys carry; doctors heal.
Actors act and...

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some words shouldn't be said
like wishing someone dead
and all those words of hate
will make hate inflate 
there's too much anger
for this head banger
back when Quiet Riot was big
I was partying like a pig
never mind using your fist
cross out fighting from the list
hand shakes and greetings
at...

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There are regrets that hide
between spaces of seconds,
their beguiling smile tainting
the contents of an empty sigh.
Each a jigsaw piece lost beneath
the tiles of faux façade,
leaving fabrication incomplete,

and there is no holy water
to quench thirst of dried lines,
scattered like delta from salted pool.

Simplicity is complicated,
compressed silica...

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My computer's my friend
  more so than my pen
With lightning-fast fingers
  thoughts needn't linger

I can change my mind
  with the tap of a key
No need to erase or cross-out
  and that's fine with me

Some long for the days
  of paper...

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