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Best Deathblow Poems


Premium Member A Picasso President
I have claimed to be apolitical but there are times 
when the crop is ready for harvesting, so I put fuel 
in the John Deere, ink in my pen and wrote...


He'll get millions of votes for that nicked ear
The vengeful narcissist people should fear
Picasso President
With...

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© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: deathblow, how i feel,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Divine Comedy Translation Canto Xii
Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for shake or as missing supports were,

That from mountain top, where...

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Categories: deathblow, fantasy, universe,
Form: Terza Rima
Premium Member Indian Giver of Life
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The Indian Healer gathered willow
Dried medicinal bark like dried tallow
When fever came to the camp
Small dose when with fever damp
Relieves many of tribe from the deathblow...

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Categories: deathblow, education, life, native american,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member February 2
When Chucky Groundhog comes above,
He's looking for a lady love.
If he sees shadow,
It is spring's deathblow.
For six long weeks, winter won't move....

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Categories: deathblow, funny,
Form: Limerick
Time Takes What Time Never Gave
Time did as time does and flew on by
It left me with a distant stare wondering, but why?
With brittle bones and shades of grey
All time had in me was just another prey

Its countdown instantaneously set aglow 
Its renewing and degenerating flow a deathblow 
Released from...

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Categories: deathblow, time,
Form: Lyric
Talk Therapy As Fulcrum To Leverage Psychological Ills
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
     figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,

countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this...

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Categories: deathblow, atheist, december, desire, health,
Form: Prose Poetry



I Want To Be a Farmer
I want to be a farmer but my soil is oh, so po –
We gathered up some chicken poo and spread it with a hoe.
We plowed the dirt, amended it and straightened every row.
Upon the soil we sowed the seed we bought to sow.

We had...

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Categories: deathblow, caregiving, foodfood, success,
Form: Monorhyme
My Father the Craftsman Part Ii
Suddenly without bedmate and counterpart 
   one month shy of fifty years, no deity could answer
razor sharp emotional pain cut to the quick 
   recollecting ballroom dancer

himself as a handsome youth so graceful and suave, 
   fast as Bill...

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Categories: deathblow, adventure, age, angst, appreciation,
Form: Ballade
Luna's Lunatic
Holding hands as we walk between headstones
Feeling like a cyclone trapped in a gemstone
Emotions materialize like amber in the concrete
Personified Hellfire and brimstone, turning birthstones to bloodstones

Laughing like a psycho as she leaves me hallow
So I bestow a craked skull to Apollo
I did it just...

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Categories: deathblow, allegory, urdu,
Form: Rubaiyat
Yesterday's Pains By Ron Porter
Goodbye broken heart,? ?so long sorrow;
my beloved is by my side today,
I won't need yesterday's pains tomorrow

Each failed romance seemed a deathblow
that rendered my world barren and gray.
Goodbye heartbreak,? ?so long sorrow.

Old hatreds and hurts,? ?i used to borrow
as armor, to shield me from the...

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© Ron Porter  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: deathblow, hope, lost love, love,
Form: Villanelle
Requiem of the Rising Sun: April 6
The giant’s eyes have closed.
Guards stand ready to deal the deathblow.
A hush—
            The cheering crowd remembers
It’s not over until the last breath escapes....

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Categories: deathblow, natural disasters
Form: Free verse
Transcendence
The sun is shining, and the sky is blue 
The robin on an olive tree singing; 
Chirp, chirp, chirp until it flew 
I wonder what’s it saying? 

School’s out, and the children are holidaying. 
In an isolated field, the girl walks; 
The paedophile had been...

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Categories: deathblow, emotions, feelings,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member Cyclone
Marvelous Maxine Hunkel, heroine cyclone, 
With her amazing power gets anyone blown...!

Through her abductor scientist Morrow the mad,
With vast violent velocity she got clad...!

Her simple sneeze could destroy her granny’s garage,
She could sleep in tornado as though in mirage...!

She could dare the very Captain America,
As...

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Categories: deathblow, hero,
Form: Couplet
Perversion By Ron Porter
Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies

No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.

Pain persitent, ?it seeks to...

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© Ron Porter  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: deathblow, social
Form: Rhyme
Perched On Figurative Shoulder
Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!

Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed destruction
expects at least one rotten tomato,
or "mother's petrified pop slop,

electronic...

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Categories: deathblow, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry