Best Gruelling Poems

Gabriela Andersen-Schiess was a long-distance runner
Who ran a marathon in the heat of a Californian Summer
It was the Los Angeles Olympics in nineteen eighty-four
You might remember it well and the crowd's thunderous roar.

It was the first women’s marathon that ever took place
Fifty women athletes took...

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I remember how I would cry myself to sleep
Night after night then I would wake the next morning 
Dreading the moment I stepped into the 
School's doors where you would all be waiting.
You'd smile and pretend like we were the best of friends 
Till my...

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60 Seconds


Gruelling nights with haunted dreams
Explosions tearing at my seams
The worst, last night; I couldn’t sleep
My expendability made me weep.

With dawn awoke a brand new day
A deathly mare in my mind lay
And there it lay until at last
60 seconds had oddly past.

60 seconds not thinking...

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The moonlit trees
   Sway drunkenly against
            The kaleidoscopic backdrop.
                       ...

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I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling duel with death and oblivion.

I looked for salvation,
looked outside the door for breath and bread.

I looked towards the sun, 
and...

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It's the little things in life that mean so much

That steaming cup of hot coffee waiting for you as you greet the day

The cheery hello from a neighbour

As you stumble out of the house, briefcase and keys in hand

Ready for the challenges of yet another...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat

tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at

Latitude: 40.2538...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec leurs instruments/ devrais-je dire l’enquête criminelle/ intérrogations/ ceci fait partie...

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I want to return home
I'm sick of being alone
the green house, my warm room
without this dense feeling of gloom
i want to be with the people i know
where the days arent so gruelling and slow
the place filled with warmth and laughter
where i would live happily ever...

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Hypocrisy within the Village Flock

As the seasons of my life changes, glorious it may not be!!
Valley bells summons the flock to chapel.
Heavily polished Pews squeak, as Village flock take their seats.
Distant ghostly voices ring out with such shallowness.
“Chapel roof raised with such false faith”
No attention...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship, 
lately I have been preoccupied with my etymological research,
it is important to President Jefferson, an anthropologist
that we...

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gaping mouth kiss to canvass
on my jugular death’s caress
my spirit’s quenched combust 
a champion in defeat’s bust

eyes swollen shut, “and he’s out!” 
down for the count on my gut
prey food to a superior predator
beneath the boot of my victor

ear compelled to my new level 
to...

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My approach to life has always been

One of lightheartedness and just happy to be alive

However, I recall my early years, especially my teenage years

When I was filled with self-doubt

Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills

Until I got out in the working...

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Overarching Genocide

Noah built the wooden Ark in his homeland instructed by God
to save his wife three sons and their wives from drowning a life 
raft rescue boat of sorts with three decks and only one door and
two of each kind of animal species for rebuilding...

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I taste suburban bliss
On your journey to my heart
In the breath of your kiss
You whisper, “We’ll never be apart.”

A shower of living colour  
The shade of the highest tower
My thirst has never known anything cooler
Your beauty holds such power

A diamond to break the ice
In...

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