Best Cutoff Poems

As the man on the roof, took two steps towards the edge, he was unexpectedly stopped by the sound of a bright and familiar voice, down below.
     "I thought you were at work dad, watcha doing up there?", asked Daisy with...

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Unfamiliar grounds  scare my emotions,

Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,

Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces

where are you Mom?


The emptiness I feel around me  is vast,

Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,

Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,

Where are you Mom?


Bond that...

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Off Season Santa

Cajun Santa won’t ever be seen

Buying Christmas candy in New Orleans

He has a whole group of Elves back in the swamp

Making Cajun candy for the kids to chomp

Summer time Santa in his cutoff jeans

Stirring a big ol pot of rice and beans

Here comes...

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I hate you, trully hate you,
My bad breath smells of hate,
Hate for you,
I hate to see you walk,
Hate to see you talk,
Hate to see you joke,
Of things, that hate you back.

Do you even realize how much,
Of a wasted sperm ended up in an ova,
A spoilt...

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It was not the noise that woke them from their gentle sleep,
     but a foreboding that was now into their dreams creep.

     They sat looking quietly at each other that night,      ...

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Pretend Play
 

As the day approaches an early dawn
I watch you playing out in the lawn
With your bulldozer you made a road
For the dump truck with the heavy load
You’re so cute playing out on your own
The greatest pretender I’ve ever known
In your cutoff jeans and...

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The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a queue.

Cowed were young folk and old folks all queued
a ménage...

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a day we went round in cycles until our senses cracked open
our eyes into the vangogh
greens birched our ears smacked by seabirds gulls
gobbing off perchpolluted in our nostrils the toxic bay
and ozonescent that seaweed belches beyond which
we touch base grounded through our sneakers over
mandrakehandled roots...

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I wasn't there to hear the choir
though once I sang with them,
but I still think of Holliday
at closing--cadence coming up
and his conducting stern, impassive
just as always
with the same authority,
demanding and receiving 
absolute attention,
pulling them along .

What were his thoughts, I wonder,
amid those final glorious moments
of...

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Somewhat outstandingly
 millennial absurdism
 Is Seen’d slowly 
 Drownin’ towns;

 & townes’ there’ness,
 May’be
 Forever’ly mere’d,
—-

 hungry Frenetic wild dogs roam-
 ING;

 Thirst, unquenchable.

 & 

 Thas’ workingly blue homosexual 
 Humanoid thingies’ living IN,
 & Cherry blossoming IN,

 kings X

 (& already some of...

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Getting an IUD feels like…
A needle in a haystack.
Except your uterus is the haystack
And the needle, it’s really in there.

It’s not a single garment below the waist,
Bare butt, bare back.
It’s lying down where many women have lied before,
Head wrinkling the tissue pillow,
Legs sprawling,
Wiggling feet into...

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Cutoff the strike!
   Cutoff the strike of love!
   Adam's sperm says cutoff the strike!
   Adam's sperm perpetually deems of life,
   Minus eve's zygote.

   You are the MARTHA that BERTHA,
   My heart.
  ...

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I bare the child of this world yet I am tossed to rot away,
I've given you all that I can give and in return you don't even know my name,
Stop the plundering, stop the looting, ask me politely and you shall receive,
I am the soul...

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Someone saw me digging through the trash this morning
And gave me five bucks
The embarrassed gin-mace of the nursing home volunteer
Plastered to his face 
For the three seconds I could see it 
Before he looked away

Everyone is more human than you'd imagine in these streets

So I...

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My world with full of illusion, 
Feel me with a potable description, 
All is a result of excitement and reaction, 
It goes beyond limit of creation, 
Where it undergoes a short lived oscillation, 
A shift of energy with no attenuation, 
All based on thoughts and...

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