Best Gnashes Poems

You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as...

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Poetry will not keep you warm
Not like a cat nestled between legs
But, it hunts down manic thoughts
Gnashes the static till the mind gives 
Chases a thought till claws are bloody
Keeps you drenched in sweat
Yes, she mews for attention
Till its cries grate every nerve
Till I feed...

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Here's a bit of trivia from World War Two I'll bet you didn't know,

Concerning the war-time Prime Minister of Japan, Hideki Tojo of Tokyo.

After the war hapless Hideki was jailed in Tokyo's Sugamo Prison,

Where he was given a new set of dentures 'cause he was...

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The duke then: “Tell now: of others indeed
Some Latin among sinners do you know 
Behind pitch?”. And he “I  had to secede,

It’s not much, from one who near had to stow.
I wish I were with him so covered still,
Since fear no...

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It blows all around us.
Zig zagging in front of the eye.
A million bits of lemon dipped confetti.
Tapping on the carapace of a life.

Fawn dappled-silver maple leaf- days.
Spotted leopard-howler monkey nights. 
Everything summed up in gossamer skin.
Infinity licks the newborns fresco face.
The asp of life threads...

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Yolotli, the beauty of Tenochitlan,
She was a tender, loving woman.
Every day she was catered to.
That is, until she was stolen.

Men, Warriors big and strong came from an opposing tribe.
They saw her glamour even from a distance and were mesmerized.
They charged at her with mighty force...

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darkness ...
it is closing its careless bite
upon ALL of us
it knows no favor, no age, no disposition
fear and all its dim shadows
paint the tremulous sky above
and swirl the murky waters at our feet
it casts an arrogant shade that we have not yet seen
dimming all that...

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Look all around you
what do you see?
a world that was beautiful

Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes

There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls

The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain

As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears

Soon a host of angels
each one...

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The wails and shrieks 
of a banshee
warns of death;
hidden amidst the chaos
within a whiteout blizzard.
Bare skeleton trees
rattle their bones;
as Winter's wrath
shakes and pounds them
with fists of snow.
Blue skies get obscured in
a flurry of confetti;
white on white.
And temperatures drop;
as a ravenous cold
gnashes its teeth,
snarling like a...

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Over rolling hills, it tiptoes in on bobcat feet
With Lynx-like eyes, and billowing clouds of gray
And turns the hush of twilight's blood red sky
Into a witches brew, alive with piercing cries
A wind that coils in the breast of dunes
Gliding in from distant lands, Saguaro sands
Eerie...

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Written: February 14, 2025 for Brian Strand Contest

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In twilight,  specks become stars,  
bridges locked in gold,  
Engraved whispers on walls...

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Fake smiles everyday when I'm away now that you're not here.
Life feels so listless, so dim.
The candle that you lit has faded as it's meant to,
But it also struck a match to light in another's heart.
We cry, we sigh, we mourn, but we live.
We will...

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Tiger in a Cage
It paces roars and gnashes teeth,
a tiger has its stripes. 
Red and white and black and brown,
and paws so big with claws.
But most of all I wish I was
our God as he’s above — below.
To kiss the critter on the mouth,
his meaty...

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Perversion.? ?Hidden deep inside
it roils and coils?; ?wrestles and writhes
screams,? ?gnashes,? ?gnaws and cries;
longing to tear the wings from flies

No volition to kill-? ?not the aim.
Rather,? ?to punish,? ?is the game.
Ignore deathblow,? ?purpose to maim;
in the wake,? ?leave broken and lame.

Pain persitent, ?it seeks to...

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Tell me, are you turning gray now
It's easy to divine
The timber in your voice tells me
You haven't slept for days

Your weary words are winding
Through the telephone tonight
And their telling all the things
You cannot bare to say

It's killing you that you can't stop yourself
As it's rolling...

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