Best Deranged Poems

Through shadowed trails, beneath the moon’s cold stare, 
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace...

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The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries,
nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind.
Trembling hands and gritted...

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I wonder why
It's always so strange
                   ...

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It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s nice but it’s not...

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While your hands caress my body, is it her face that you see?
Is your thunder of release now brought on by HER memory?

Am I just...

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Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged...

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Now, I am not a huge man

I'm not large by any means

In fact it is surprising

I still wear normal jeans

My pants don't have elastics

I still...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged...

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I rummaged through
the ancient ruins
and scoured
the carnage of our times;

I searched the scorching
expanse of the arid deserts,
I peeked into the crevices
of the broken hearts,
and probed...

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The night is the blackest
and the coldest I've known.
The town, so small
it should not be called a town,
is still with its own malice.
I have grown...

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oh what a wonderful group we make
as we pen our poems and take a break
our traits range from weird to strange
in all probability certifiably deranged...

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The reason why I gamble,
I ought to tell the truth.
Those squalid tales I spun before…
Well, don’t go seeking proof.

The one about the heart op
And my...

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From cracks above, lightning explodes
A deranged sea rattling the mast;
Hanging on  between  life and doom
My fate near water’s rim, harassed
When darkness hides the...

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