Best Decapitate Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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Glimpses of you…
An image so mesmerizing, I bask in shame to rely on these bedazzled eyes
So full of wisdom and heart, your globes keep me...

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Darkness gathers in
a raucous cloud of wings
to swell in trees, a seething mass
of movement like a maggot ball 
hung high in a canopy until all...

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Gentle rain.
How patient it is,
working delicately 
all through the night
with its little fingers,
hand in hand
with gravity,
to decapitate a rose
...

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Chicken Head

       Your a bird, with no wings!
    Your soul is lost and lives in the...

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Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within?
How can the ocean not be blue,
not buck with the...

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May We Make Love At The War Front?
May I Know You While Iron Leads Flies Over Our Heads?
May I Know Why Our Bodies Tangle In...

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The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.

Avalanche
I.

The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;

On a mission; or Fugitives in the...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent...

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I cannot sponsor a contest but if you can and you are looking for a topic may I 
suggest a limerick contest that requires the...

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They're trying to decapitate the hood magistrates,
with fabricated reasons for treasons
It's the season that we evaluate and saturate,

All those who maneuver with a false mind,
Hood...

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I drink poetry and excrete it in my imagination to the taste of soup, inspiration in my gutter of sky, the farces run the barn...

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With the smiling Fajr to the East, I remember the clipping of toes from side to side with the solemn recitation of the Holy Quran....

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