Best Deconstruction Poems

& when you finally die,
they will not let you rest---
for to finally get to enter every orifice
of your once secret world
is something that vultures dream of
late at night,
before cumming in their jammies
to the thought of discovering
what was never ever their business to begin with---
and when...

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A Deconstruction

I speak of nothing but 
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere 
distraction
Recited when the flux lines 
froze

Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased

I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross my mind

Was each word a permutation?
Mere chance; a fluctuation
In the...

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I CHISEL AND HAMMER
ON THIS WALL OF BRICKS
POUND AND PUMMEL
JUST TO GET TO YOU
WHEN THE BRICK HAS CRUMBLED
I FIND A WALL OF GLASS
THAT SURROUNDS YOU
LIKE A CAGE
I CAN SEE IN
BUT YOU CAN'T SEE OUT
SILENCED BY FRUSTRATION
I SIT AND CONTEMPLATE
YOU IN YOUR SHELL
I FIND TIME 
HAS...

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This sea's end on a misnamed shore
Is not the terminus of your sin
Nor my beginning in the dusky yore
But we can in false time begin
To ridirect the world from the whim
And caprice of self-lost to love
The best in us again. Trust is slim
Now, but surrender...

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Away from the areas of complete ad nauseam
As political cases grasp a zenith of their corium
To utterly saturate the airwaves with information
Each other's obnoxious and feeble description.

I'm fully aware, listening to the unrelenting billow
My musings have been integrated into a rainbow
I lay, awake sketching vilifications...

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A deconstruction of our form
Reveals magnetic field
Dual currents, both cold and warm
God’s light within concealed 

Heart’s our true soul centre
Wherein bliss throbs canter
Door’s open, just enter

Simple deduction
A deconstruction

01-February-2022
Quietus ...

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Hoping against hope, I get me into making,
Molding matters patiently; lovingly shaking; 
Sand, cement, coarse aggregate mixed into mortar,  
Construct best of mansions, as global-supporter...!

Threats plenty, like axes on trees; I overcome,
Hopefully constructing ahead, challenges I numb;
Masterpiece gets artistic touch; in joy I leap,
Doesn't...

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an artesian altar stocks
moist manna seized in vast rounds
twice arrested sights cascade
moment instills
reawakening
a sheltered reckoning breathes
no regrets prepped ascensions
~a ponder...

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Fall is breathing its dying breaths
and a chill settles deeper into the air.
The first flakes of snow have dusted the ground
leaving the world glimmering,
starlight reflecting off each crystal
and casting a beautifully eerie glow.
Nighttime silence is unbroken 
save for the sound of my surreptitious breaths,
which cloud...

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