Best Gashed Poems

What, then, is Love but a sword of roses
Which cleaves poor waiting hearts
And thusly drunk with the blood of saints
Exults in its own dissipation?

And mine, a soul it so jagged gashed,
A scarred and wilted husk
Which once had songs to Heaven sung
Yet now but gasps with...

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The ancient anguish of a hurting heart
Bequeaths no beauteous scene to me today.
It’s just a jagged chasm gashed apart,
A stream with boulders strewn in disarray.
Like rusted leaves that bleakly canvas fall
Or barren trees that bear the winter snow,
Its listlessness conceals a stonework wall
That bars the...

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In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.

In Africa their...

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Big fight
Last night

Clyde's Bar
Bizzare

Tough guys
Streetwise

Much brew
Fists flew

Thrown chairs
Pulled hairs

Black eyes
Loud cries

One bloke
Nose broke

Heads bashed
Teeth trashed

Knives slashed
Pecs gashed

Cops came
To tame

Powwow
Peace now

All's well
That's swell

Great fight
Last night


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I crept into the pit of hell all alone. Contingent upon my lifestyle I knew this could be my last day alive…

She haunted me in my dreams. She terrorized me in the sunlight but through it all she never was able to reach out and...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
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Blossom
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More things can happen or could have happened,
From a cold metal,
Sharpened in fine fettle,
Making skin nettled,
Damaging the mettles,
To keep minds unsettled,
Provoking to ask, if this is or if this was real or mental?

Blade on arms,
Skin might be harmed;
Skin was gashed,
Blade grinding and gnashed,
Red colors coming...

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The mist was thick, the hour was late,
I halted at the rusty gate;
I’d heard the stories of that place,
And thought about a crime so base:
A girl was murdered, years ago.
Her ghost remains in situ, though;
She can not leave the place she died,
They say - or...

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Blossom

Just grab a seat on that stump lad, and I'll take centre stage, 
With a yarn about a small brown donk, and a lad about your age.
And thanks much for the offer, but I'll give the beer a miss, 
I've got half a cup of...

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Long ago,
when we were all
primordial slime
creeping about
in the grime,
awaiting our
time,
we decided:
poetry must rhyme
 
wars passed,
throats slashed
swords clashed
faces gashed
and smashed
before children aghast
in retaliation
against rhymeless trash.
 
the rhyme preserves a tone
and stiffens a certain bone
in the body of each dusty crone
seated on a stump alone
gurgling a pome.

Now,...

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Morning is pale now, late to the starting
Softly in brisk air a year is departing,
Trees burn with colors, leaves fall and flutter
Hiding the lawn fringe by roadside and gutter.
Sharp scornful squawkers, cranes vee over farms,
Cornstork-gashed fields, with tall silos and barns,
Far edged with the flourish...

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Sitting in the audience
behind my eyes
content with my popcorn
i watch myself and
my all fellow actors
perform our epic drama
I’m not sure what to call it
tragicomedy perhaps
here on the world stage

Our script is sparkling
trenchant and deep
the characters so real,
and we have the most convincing
props and scenery -
mountains...

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My man from youth grew
  Your life was full of superiority;
  You dazzled and demarcated, 
  Who does not belong must be sacrifice,
  And laughter were the mystery of your horror tales,
  To all animals not wild should cut their...

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I’m sorry.

I watched you box up the conversational life 
And kick it across the sod.

I watched you weep at the rain that softened everything.
Things are not the same;
They are not as they seem.

We wind up the dream 
And then we wait for the grass to...

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