Best Forcing Out Poems

One day we will be, forever silent.
Where would we be without poetry?

As a child, I buried my heart,
drained from games death would play -
in adulthood,...

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To The Brink For The Ink    Crack Like Fissures 


Another page scarred with ink.   Upon her page, I see red...

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I am the unseen titan of all elements, 
heard beyond the darkest clouds.
I rumble in rhythms of 'heavy metal' rage, 
sending shock waves across the...

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Cuckoos hushed, rambling vines and plight.
Hordes of birch, beech, pine, spruce and oak.
Choke of darkness, forcing midnight.
Wax and breadcrumbs children-ditched folks.

Hordes of birch, beech, pine,...

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Thank you

“And if the sun refused to shine”

Music finds my sleep and calls
from a bedside table,
slits of light through the slatted blinds
create mini horizons on...

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POTD 6 Mar 2020

Oh, where are those waves
of bygone days
that caressed and rocked
on hearing you cry?
‘Sleep little ship’ I'd murmur low
while ocean crooned her soft...

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It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope.
It is love, stirred with hate that drips need
to bleed us, heal us and force our tired...

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Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still...

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Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800...

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At first you were understanding 
and patient,
so polite and gentle,
encouraging me to express my emotions.

But then you became obsessive and jealous.
Forcing me to shut up...

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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of...

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Talk to me
otherwise I'll disturb you,
I'll follow you everywhere 
and sneak into your mind
silently.

From the busy street
to your lonely room,
in the hectic hour 
and in...

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As the clock ticks on,
the soul
encounters 
tiny fractures of death

hairline cracks
seemingly invisible, superficial
yet they run deep

one
      more
   ...

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Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther...

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Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows...

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