Best Garrote Poems
Malaise In My Heart...There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has repressed
since our cord of silken threads has come u......
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Categories:
garrote, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
While Waiting At the River Styx...While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling p......
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Categories:
garrote, death, judgement,
Form:
Monorhyme
By Now You Have Forgot' - To Whom It May Concern - Part 2...Continued from Part 1
“Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
You horded thirty silver pieces, downed a whiskey shot,
Then......
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Categories:
garrote, men, time, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
The Point...He loved to take his ladies to the Point,
a place that only locals knew about.
He hated bars or any kind of joint
where common folks with wagging tongues hung out.
The Point had a view of all t......
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Categories:
garrote, horror,
Form:
Sonnet
Through Their Eyes...Through Their Eyes
The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series
Murder She Wrote
It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My footsteps echoed in the ears of the invi......
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Categories:
garrote, funny, grave, hilarious, history,
Form:
Free verse
Psychotic Trip...PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Feeling really beat, I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lyin......
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Categories:
garrote, allegory, allusion, dark, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
We'Re Just Brown...Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled
As she gently peeled the heirloom
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive
And aloud, tastes and scen......
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Categories:
garrote, grandmother,
Form:
Sestina
Polly Gone - Collab...Fred’s feeding his neighbour’s pet parrot,
He replaced its water with claret,
Poll dropped off her perch
Now Fred’s in the lurch
and claiming it choked on raw carrot
Big trouble is......
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Categories:
garrote, bird, crazy,
Form:
Limerick
Gasoline Tears...Gasoline tears
The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place o......
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Categories:
garrote, angst, beauty, death, eulogy,
Form:
Free verse
Defending My Virtue...Who knew that I would need
shoestrings to escape rape?
I felt safe on a double date,
the “safety in numbers” misnomer.
He came on like a ten-armed
octopus with suction cup hands.
The couple ......
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Categories:
garrote, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
This Bard Doth Drink From the Same Well As Thee...This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee...
Everybody sharing planet Earth means,
they moost breathe
the same befouled air
encircling the webbed material,
physical, and t......
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Categories:
garrote, america, grave, humanity, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
What Doesnt Kill Us...What doesn’t kill us …. may smother our soul
while brain and body breathe yet, as ever so;
Fragile core pieces may splinter and ache,
mourn the sparks fate did not ......
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Categories:
garrote, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Desperation's Undercurrent...
The hurt is pooling in my throat
and to avert the watershed,
you build the dams I tolerate,
make my demands the stagnant moat
where if the bridge is drawn, I'll drown
So I hold on to stay ......
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Categories:
garrote, angst, devotion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Slime and Grime...5/23/17
Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek
Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines
Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every S......
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Categories:
garrote, dark, fun, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Catching His Goat...catching his goat
my dear
if you aim on catching his goat
you best stop beating around the bush
you best not play in the pasture as a sheep
just go for his jugular
a garrote would do
words......
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Categories:
garrote, blessing,
Form:
Didactic