Best Gruelling Poems

Gabriela Anderson Scheiss was a long distance runner
Who ran the marathon in the Californian Summer
It was the Los Angeles Olympics in nineteen eighty four
You probably...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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