Best Deadweight Poems

VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

          Death blew his misty breath at me 
      And I trembled in the cold,
  Feelings frozen, I stood affixed,
My heart encrusted with salty crystals...
At...

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SNOW BIRD

In the dead of winter comes great beauty, 
with broody storms and the elegant snow. 
The hoarfrost spears hang icy and fluty,
like aliens in guise as they stretch and grow. 
Crisp raw are the branches rasping the sky,
as wind comes in a bluster to...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him a black crêpe layette.
Say Darling Edward, say, Golubushka, make me come alive.
Leave this chapel, return to his cradle, quicken your...

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Have you never tasted hunger
Tread the alleys with the stealthy
Cried the tears of someone younger
While you dined among the wealthy
Shuffled through the papers
Through the pages of despair
Embittered by the capers
Neglect, hanging in the air
Step with me through the sadness
Let me open up your eyes
Weave, careful...

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Why did you, friend, tell me your secret?
I mean you know I can keep it,
but are you trying to break me?
Don’t you see the broken girl I see?
I can’t handle any more problems
since I already hit rock bottom,
but you want me to carry your load,
traveling...

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It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .
anything.

Blisters...

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The fact is you rhyme 
like a flatulent behind
and that’s me kind
you’re a waste of time 
and time isn’t indication you climb 
stuck same place is basically decline

So it’s something you got in to
but it’s not what all do
many have a little clue
others listen to...

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Should i worry for her
if She holds a knife
but with crimson intent?
if She spreads velvet
of thick consistency
unto her loaf of bread,
but pauses with a shaking hand
tightening gripe around the butter
“harmless” silver?

Goodmorning.
i saw her words fall like
deadweight
then hit the ground
denting even marble.
i didn’t flinch one bit
i’ve...

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Headlong I fall into a trap
The ascend back a slippery slope
My hands absorb the weight
My feet are deadweight
The puffs of exhaustion, 
Sink with all intension
Trying to save myself
Despite my ending life
I still have so much to live for
Thoughts never considered before
Appointments, golf days
Alone, I say...

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How are you gonna collect the beauty when it turns to dust?

Are you gonna chase every particle as it blows away in the wind?

Or are you gonna let it fall into a puddle and rust?

You say that you’re sorry, but apologies are worthless.

You should have...

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those beaten eyes glazed with a film

of bitter almond

shakily receiving her post partum reward

of a broken thyroid and a lumpy lack of form

 

once upon a time she lived

a lighter life

‘til procreation drubbed her good

these days she’s flesh in a black bag

of tightly straining clothes

...

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the brutality of the beasts on their trodden paths,

trudging angrily towards their guided goals.

and i would think, "to be like them"

because i greatly admired their self-control.


so i mulled 

and i moved 

and i acted 

out of a belief system based on denying thyself.


i played the...

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A Flytrap slams shut
					Blink
			of
				an
		eye

And a stone
			splash
		sink
			at 	twilight

Down to the
	core
		of
			essence

Silent and formless the bottom
close eyes
strain to hear
		listen
			listen
				ah!
There is your heartbeat
	A	pair	of
				deadweight
						arms
					wrapped	around

A Parasite!
		the 	Flytrap
					closing
						
	in
						
		on
						
			yr
						
				heart

Once invisible, now bathed in the 
spotlight 
for an instant!
Kill It! 
Rip 	out 	the 	roots! 
No 
remorse! 
There! 				Aha!
The 
Thing 						
is 
dead!
and 	now 		you 			are
						ffree...

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The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh...

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My eyes couldn’t help 
But wander 
And smile at every passing inch 

Aimlessly following the walls 
And your voice 
Throughout the house you lay your head at night 

It was cozy 
Decorated delicately 
In memories 

Though I’ll come to recognize 
The tone in your voice...

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