Best Fistfuls Poems
The Violence of Money...There is never an ending
to the spending
a world of paper
and plastic to collect
and horde
clothes
and cars
and homes
and jewelry
and fine wine
and paintings
stocks and bonds
v......
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Categories:
fistfuls, anger, anxiety, violence,
Form:
Verse
What We Lose...It was a simple night,
she suppressed her own mindset
plunging self-shackled feet into their thoughts,
their eyes,
their thought processes, hoping to retain
some semblance of solace in......
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Categories:
fistfuls, love
Form:
Free verse
Of Pain and of Friendship...Kill me if you will, Tear me apart,
Rip open the cords,
That hold closed my heart.
Grab my love by fistfuls,
Take away its air,
Drown me in the river,
If you must then it is fair.
Stab me, tw......
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Categories:
fistfuls, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
Her Only Way Out...Rejected
Defected
A hopeless case
Lost, drifting
Vanished without a trace
Sorrowing, woeful
Mired in despair
Anguished
Frustrated
Tearing out fistfuls of her hair
Lonely, yearning
Trapped......
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Categories:
fistfuls, angst, death, sad
Form:
Free verse
The Block...
When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer,
I saw myself hunched over a
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk.
I could smell the ink on my fingers
......
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Categories:
fistfuls, anger, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Free verse
A Sea of Boyhood Dreams...An expansive view of tumbling sand and lasting memories
make seagulls swoop in broad paintbrush strokes
over brothers bonded by baseball and a broken home.
Within a sandcastle, two boys ......
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Categories:
fistfuls, adventure, art, beach, childhood,
Form:
Verse
The Reptilian Anthropocene...
"The Reptilian Anthropocene"
The Reptilians
war daily
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges
pinned to their lap......
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Categories:
fistfuls, horror, humanity, war,
Form:
Free verse
White Is the Color of Wanting To Be Stained...This is me raping the red of an apple,
the breathy sweetness of the flesh underneath,
a slab of clean, radiant cold filling my mouth.
I can feel it under my teeth,
your skin,
like the calm of......
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Categories:
fistfuls, loveme, me, red,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Johnny Appleseed...Johnny was a lover of God's country
who roamed cherished land because he was free.
A skilled outdoorsman with backcountry charms,
he donned a burlap sack with holes for arms.
To wear rugged shoes......
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Categories:
fistfuls, adventure, dream, earth, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
Discordant...My guitar strings in the moonlight should be something beautiful,
but the cold liquid white just makes everything harsher.
–not soft like snow, but deceptively fine –
Light is discordant
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Categories:
fistfuls, angst, life, loss, lost
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Salty Dreams of Broken Coral...Let free-fall guide your vertigo
As adrenalin rushes into waterfalls
Eyes and skin tight like water up the nose
Bubbles bursting with lightning strikes then
Soggy silence in turquoise splendour......
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Categories:
fistfuls, adventure, dream, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
When You Are There...When you are there,
In the mist
That salty barrier that swallows our kisses
I can only see half of your dreams
Those smiles are certainly,
memories I know I should be making
As quick as I can
Before......
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Categories:
fistfuls, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
Benediction To My Deux Daughters Verse Number One...(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly
unstintingly unexpectedly
taught me selflessness)
Every Holiday time each year,
a rocketing increase asper
doling out Uriah Heap ping
largesse imposed upon ......
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Categories:
fistfuls, appreciation, creation, dedication, encouraging,
Form:
Ballad
Screw It...One night as we pulled into the complex
Over the bumpy Colonial Arms exit,
Taj was sitting out on the brick stoop
With a single light blinking over his serious face
His mouth encased in a smoky cloud......
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Categories:
fistfuls, dark, lost, sad, night,
Form:
Free verse
Lorca Translations I...Lorca Translations I
Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples
far from the bustle of cemeteries.
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Categories:
fistfuls, dark, death, heart, romance,
Form:
Free verse