Best Digged Poems

Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of hatred and
grows
As if sheer pain as
tears digged large
holes in

A pineapple...

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I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And...

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Yesterday I thought about what I'm writing today
I know I'm holding the pen right now
A clean white page between my hands
Getting darker and darker
Every time the pen runs into it
What I don’t know
Is whether the pen will reach his goal
Or fall down before finishing this...

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I've digged my own grave so soon
I've killed my soul step by step 
I've drowned my body so slowly  though so fast
I've lost myself the day I've lost you
I've digged my own grave at the first lie
I've killed my soul when I've let you...

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Boots buried deep in the ground
Boots concealed under mounds
Boots with shapes and restless frown
Boots marching underneath the ground 
camouflaging the heat of a cruel folly.
Boots of young women and little children
Lay indefatigably under the troubled ground
Sealing the fate of the sparsely populated town.
Just before dawn...

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Spaces between us have been filled with ghosts and silence.  I've digged a grave an I'm prepared for a burial of good love gone bad.  My body's soft enough to feed the earth, but not kind enough to be kept. 

Horizons and waiting...

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In the library





Beyond the world 
our meeting place,
Where studious read
we met in grace,
All those days
and years of togetherness..
In my college library....

Remember the day
when librarian noticed,
As we sat beside 
no words spoken,
No books issued,
neither in our hands....
The library we were shown the door....

Shared our notes
and thence...

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Woman you that have been hurt 
You that have been broken 
You that have been taken away from love 
The love that made you fly

Words have been uttered towards you 
That felt like stones 
Stones that had been thrown at you 
And you have fallen...

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The solid lump of black coal
for the some geological  reasons 
have got to long travelling 
deep into Earth,
and gone through lots of pressing, beating and 
others heavy testings,
eventually digged  up, polished,
labeled, crowned  
and escorted  to  pallace
as marvelous prince almaz. 

That...

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To Trump Was Tantamount

We read a blow by blow account
That never arrived at a fair amount
And the further into we all digged
Discovered system had been rigged
That to each fact was tantamount.

Jim Horn

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx...

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I wanna tell
What I feel
But trust me everyone
Not even one of you
Will take it as a big deal

My thoughts deserted me 
And left me in the lurch
I've come too far
Drowning in the oceans
Being dragged across the miles
I'm now in the situation of war
War with my...

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Which is better or bitter without been in cool paints? 
What will remembrance be like if there is no alphabets? 
To memorise all thoughts would be very silly of sages 
Or something else like the divinely blessed earth revelatory saints
What more would be the perfect...

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BY MY OWN HANDS I KILLED YOU
MY DEAR SELF 
TO HELL I SOLD YOU
I DIGGED A HOLE
BURRIED YOU 
AND WROTE ON THE GRAVESTONE
REST IN PEACE MY DEAR SOUL
THAT IS YOUR NEW HOME...

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??Isaiah 5:1-8 KJVAAE??
[1]  Now will I sing to my well-beloved a song of my beloved touching his vineyard. My well-beloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill: [2] and he fenced it, and gathered out the stones thereof, and planted it with the...

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It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.
I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished
to tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished to
say-''I am too exhausted to walk''.
His broken voice
reminded me the broken string of my...

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