Best Deteriorated Poems

Martin Luther King junior was the inspiration
For the Northern Ireland, Civil Rights association
Protests were held and they marched peacefully
The unionist majority tried to stop them...

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Lying in bed..
In my deathbed
Don't have much time..
I am filled..
with nostalgia..
Memories of which I will always cherish..
Within my deepest thoughts
I imagine I am a child...

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My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On...

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Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall 
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress...

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The red bucket in my bathroom 
suddenly one day broke. 
Day by day it deteriorated 
till it was revoked. 
I needed some plastic 
to melt...

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I EMPTY the night, you RISE the sun,
remembering all the things that made us...
           ...

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f a d e d  and jaded, 
complicated and aloof-
I've been created
and replicated, 
        with no living proof.
I'm nothing but 
dilapidated,
left alone...

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An arthritic flesh

Hesitant wipes off deteriorated lens

Every exhale,
Another tragic sulk unto morrow’s pit
Flaunting suicidal fallacies

Off-white flag motions
Signaling mercy under liar’s duress

Muted pride
Cracking dusty knuckles

Penetration’s decrepit...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  so  many  years
Still  not   changed
Except  that...

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‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” 
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the...

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Just Call Me Mr. Spy

Hello,

I’m from an ancient world, and we have never met, and never will.
However, much like presently, in my day, people lived...

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I'll always remember the day you bounded into my life
Cradling you in my arms I wouldn’t let go 
I buried my head in your soft...

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I sat and watched as you stood and cried,
you laid and pondered on why she lied.
For too long we noticed her health decline,
oh please God,...

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A Lament--On The 
Quality Of Life

Those homes made 
of wood and mud!
Mud would in winters 
keep cold away
In shivering 
summers heat
And wood would give 
them...

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ValentinesDay 
ValentinesDay 

 
 
A Massacre 
 
 
 
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FortyEighth 
 Valentines Saint Massacre Day was in Chicago the man played them a...

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