Best Gory Details Poems

At the doctor’s office, I had to fill out forms,
Showing gory details—infirmities and norms.
They said, “Take a moment to furnish what we ask.
Just tell us your condition, and your family’s past.

Did your ancestors carry some dread disease?
Like hardened arteries or painful swollen knees?”
Reluctantly, I listed...

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you'd beckoned my thoughts again 
through sudden whispers 
i've declined to respond morbidly
catering to the quaint findings 

of life after death a quiet calm
arose over shattered fixings
wildly i'd mastered the gory details
hindering my every whim 

childishly i catered to his robe
nestled beneath wrath carny 
and...

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"Brink of War", the press proclaims
in grand exuberance cause it will know
there will be work for months naming names
and the gory details of friend and foe.
You may notice that the Dow Jones which
has been in the dumpster, with great joy
arises. Investors know without a hitch
which...

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A dream of a sweet soft kitten,
a cuddly kitten to hold and love,
daily friendship and fun.

A dream of the morning daybreak,
bright colors now appearing,
sun coming up like the middle of a dream.

A dream that has turned into a nightmare,
gory details with terrible sights,
waking up in...

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She clings so tightly
 
To capitalist trench coats
 
Burning folks with kerosene rope
 
Coast to bloody engine spokes
 
 
 
The map is tarnished 
 
Glass ribbons shrewd from her eyes
 
(I minus I) is her demise
 
Constantly cutting back
 
And reinventing new blood
 
...

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Our neighbor’s husband had died one day
The rumor was it was suicide
My father made me go cut her grass
It was over one hundred degrees outside

I hadn’t seen her in about six months
Ever since he had passed away
I was hoping she wouldn’t come out to pay...

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Heretofore stuffing said scandalous fête
worst day of year turkeys do hate
though vegan lifestyle
sweeping culinary tables of late
though me and the missus
still omnivorous foods sate

palates sprinkled (of course
while mouths full with borscht,
and eyes wide shut)
with garbled tête-à-tête
yum pumpkin pie for dessert,
I can hardly wait!

I credit our...

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Too much news is too much transparency
A 24-hour cycle of news is more than I need
I want only a headline telling what took place
Do not give me all the gory details, indeed!

I do not need “talking heads” explaining to me
What I can understand with just...

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Come sign up, they said.
It will be fun. It is wonderful. You will love it.
Two recruiters to my ego fed
Ideas of how great I would be, a perfect fit.

It was the Gulf War, nothing big.
Nothing to worry about.
They laughed when I told them
My mother was...

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These blatant lives we lead
with their guts hanging out,
yet only between beautiful words.

I remember (after the failed surgery),
when guts spilled out of my real body;

that unwinding of blank verse uncoiling
in a slow slime of sincerity,

and all those gory details falling out, at last
saying something true....

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Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...

Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me in solitude, thus isolation trial

directly linkedin with pandemic necessitates
sparse human...

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There was a time when despite regular bun fights,
Sexist attitudes,
Unrealistic demands by key players,
Money problems,
Drunkenness, 
And petty squabbles,
The end product,
That flashed across Cinema and TV screens
Lifted our spirits,
Made us cry, 
Made us believe,
Gave us hope, 
Challenged us in ways like never-before,
Offering up large doses of...

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Sir Spoonsalot was a bit of a snot
His breath was stinky, smelled like rot
We were shocked when he began dating Lady Chatterbox
He loved her a bunch, they both had a crow and a fox.

But what about Sir Gigglefritz? My cousin Vi asked me.
I heard that...

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Day 2

OK, guys, gather round. We’ll just share the thoughts on what you did last night, before we get onto the tasks at hand.
George, would you like to start?
Last night, I was reading the book Business for Forward Thinkers. Applause.
God, slit my throat.
Paul.
Last night, I...

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They saw a 19 ton truck rampage their way
Death came to France on Bastille day
86 French folk died that patriotic date
when Mohammed Bouhlei drove for Islamic State.

At a Christmas market also sudden death
She looked at an oncoming truck, drew her last breath
11 others died with...

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