Best Gutted Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s...

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The shell remains
picked clean by hungry vultures
ravenous with greed.
Gouged-out eyes
now bare hollow sockets
vacant in their stare.
Morsels of choice parts 
deftly stripped or torn away—
and gutted...

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BUYING CONDOMS

I was desperate to buy me some condoms
On a Wednesday morning in June
My girlfriend had made me a promise
And we were meeting up that...

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Lower the flags to half mast,
America the Beautiful has been gutted,
Its word emptied of all meaning,
There is no jubilant throng singing,
“Glory, glory Hallelujah!”
Our nation’s heroes...

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The constant assault of the silence on his senses is intense 
Hands clenched in fist he wished for noise and bliss
Buddy stopped talking and drinking...

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you know some people talk out of their a$$
to fill inside some deep unspoken need
and so they try to make their gossip pass
to let the...

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children's laughter...
a boy and girl carve out
a jack-o-lantern

Deep orange pumpkin gutted
The scent of roasted brown seeds

gasps...
the small lantern's grin and eyes are lit
by flickering candle...

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“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no...

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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room,...

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children's laughter

a boy and girl carve out

 a jack-o-lantern

 

deep orange pumpkin gutted 

the scent of roasted brown seeds




gasps - -

the small lantern's grin and...

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When your jar feels so heavy 
Things continue to pile 
No escape from life’s tribulations 
Your outlook on life so gloomy
When you feel like staying...

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In the stillness of my heart
When the clamor of existence dips into the twilight of my sub-consciousness
There where eternity waltzes with my make believe
In my...

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I think that I shall pen a tome
an ink stained wandering lengthy poem
that questions all that is and ain’t
that holds you still like drying paint

A...

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When your heart 
corresponds 
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write 
back to me

what expressions 
you so badly 
need 
to bleed;

the characterisation 
of letters...

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White Tiger

Giant beast, 
un-caged power of destruction, 
taking apart my life one day at a time. 
Ever-growing and living off, 
the suffering of my apparent...

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