Best Esque Poems

Slowly 

 ever so slowly

 overcome with emotion

building up ever so effortlessly

   inside

passions burning ever so swiftly

reside

deep in my heart

sweet smells of your luscious gateau 

roam free

a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair

enhancing your essence

enticing me

slowly

  ever so slowly

I wrap my...

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I’ve distanced myself
I didn’t mean to
Didn’t set out to do it
An unconscious act of the mind 
For self preservation

My visits went to once a week
Sunday dinners that once lasted for hours
Became shorter and shorter
Until now its get in
Get it cooked
Clean it up 
Visit
And we’re out

Occasionally...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside the rooms beyond that door
exotic curios on shelves along the...

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A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality 
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints 
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick 
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance

Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells singing, Zappa inspired
A cappella rhythmic compositions,
ringing monotone echoes
in between Jupiter...

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I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening. Ten unfortunates who needed to be bled! Ten minus nine
equals...

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Slowly 

 ever so slowly

 overcome with emotion

building up ever so quickly

   inside

passions burning ever so quickly 

reside

deep in my heart

sweet smells of your luscious gateau 

roam free

a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair

enhancing your essence

enticing me

slowly

  ever so slowly

I wrap...

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Oh, finely feathered fellow
with plumage of green and yellow,
your Houdini-esque abilities
and astounding circus-like agilities
make my flabby jowls drop with surprise
at how easily your hooked beak can prise
any dwarf-sized opening in your cage,
to open so easily, under your gauge.
Your stuffed, fat, feathered body can
fit through anything....

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It started off simple enough - a peck on the cheek.
(nothing tantalizing by any means)
But then she did that delicious something

... that made my whole body weak.

And before any could protest,
with their carefully organized rebuttals,
all Common Sense ran for the hills,

but I was already at...

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Once upon a time we used to say this rhyme;
Piss **** corruptiion snot, 29 assholes
tied in a knot, yah rah lizard ****, 
fffuuuuuccccckkkkk! 
God bless the 60's 
college generation and the pre ne anderthal
anticommuno anticonservative anticrass 
conspired 50's post war catlickco/protestco/religico/allinco
class ignopostco dontknowco genreo class...

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ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York 
City’s upper east 
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to the perfect pie
l (skin in Spanish.  Duh.  Who...

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What the ****,
I'll break your neck if you get at me,
tell me now,
that I can't paint pictures,
when I clearly see that 
old man,
walking like a broken triangle
making a vertex on the ground with his cane,
his face looking like ****,It`s like
you take a dodge ball, stab...

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Voltaire-esque lyric
vague allusions, fragrant truth
metaphoric thoughts...

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Emo-esque tales of Razors slitting the cord
My spirit is tainted like an Ouija board

Arching Daemons summoned my name,
at the belly of Hell's burning wave.
In tune with the wind's shrieking fame,
The Moon was hung on my dampened grave
as a portrait of pain and despair.
Hand-held by Death's...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around the mansion there lives but only one kind of tree:
The...

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