Best Frontal Poems

A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years, 
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a...

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Out walking on the beach alone, 
Waves breaking with a somber tone. 
I was only a stumble 
From cracking up and crashing down. 
Old driftwood...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles...

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Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to...

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you've just started to make it happen your project is now being processed
but you need to know how to handle the haters who are only...

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There’s rain in my brain,
A pitter patter on the old grey matter,
Cats and dogs in the cerebral cogs,
A shower dampening my mental power.
There’s precipitation in...

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With the onset of years
erstwhile crazy ideas
abandoned with caution and dread
now crowd my mind
no peace I will find
till my conscience lies neatly in shreds

Conscience, out...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal...

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I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in...

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- The Goodbye Goose-               
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all...

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11/29/2015


Idioma

There is a man with a gun.
His finger taut,
tensed and still,
the intention obvious,
no reason instilled.

Because guns kill people.
Or do people kill people?
I can never remember.
Let's...

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captures her beauty in short strokes,
pen and ink frolic.
the exposure of vigor to the shoulders,
lace pirouetting, around her
budding flowers and hips.

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her poised dalliance, relaxed.
her back...

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My boyfriend is one
unlike any I've had before.
He spends the majority 
of his time
as horizontal as the floor.
He likes to relax,
let it all hang out,
my...

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I am a virgin slammer,
Let me get that over with,
So if I stammer and speak like a bludgeoning hammer,
Let the record be clear: I’m just...

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The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am...

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