Best Hard Hitting Poems

I, Who Once Rose To Greet Dawn's Sweetest Voice

I, who once rose to greet dawn's sweetest voice
and with joys of life, made loving my choice
while in searching for romance and its gems
fiery rites of passion opened rose stems.

Moonlit skies, quenched heavy gasping aches
Always searching, playing...

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We get these hard hitting reminders
Of whom you are
In times of sadness
In times of powerlessness
In times when we are left with so many questions 

A memory
A few words 
Lyrics of a song

You coerce us into knowing 
That in all these things
In life and death
You are...

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Not once did i ever see my father tear up. 
Not once.
Never did i see him get emotional.
Blue with haze.
He was scared.
But he never cried.
A tear had never once fell from his rosey toned cheeks.
Those rosey tones caused by a rush of relaxation.
A rush of...

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I'm but a frail bird tasked to bring hope and spread peace.
How shall I fly high in the sky with such a brittle burden!
My heart pounds in dilemma like a ping pong ball as I release
my wings in the air to take a flight at...

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Just like football we’re hard hitting and rough,
If you want to hang with us, you’ve gotta be tough;

No sissies allowed, we don’t cry when we’re hurt,
We’re the kinda people that play in the dirt;

Daring each other to become more extreme,
Our bold eyes shining with a...

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I still remember you.

No matter how far I get,
halfway across the world or not;
whether or not it's been two whole years,
two long years where so very much has changed;
doesn't make a lick of difference.
Damn, I still remember us.

Just last week, on a day
when the rain...

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Sitting on a branch of a white sapote tree
Shivering, crying and alone 
Away from home, on the highest branch that can hold me

Hiding......no more beatings mommy 
Scared, it's pitch black and sounds of insects rule the night
Hiding......I've become the teen that runs away
With any chance,...

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Adrenaline rush of frostbite maps out sail
Fugitive senses converge to disrobe snow blindness so bright
Though fluffy and soft in the air
Hard hitting the ground, beauty in opposites ignite

11/11/2015...

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People keep telling me let it go let it go,
But they’re the same person they’re not a ghost,
didn’t get to an age an see their personality roast, 

It’s just a story not hard hitting consequence,
just incidents they don't see the evidence, 
they’re not a victim...

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Wrestling has been around for ages,
Remember the Romans with there cages.
Ever since then it has gotten more violent.
Seldom does the crowd grow silent.
They hit each other with steel chairs and tables,
Leaping off ladders and walking on cables.
Injuries come quite often.
Not to mention their bodies are...

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You're not a coward
having shown a great lack of intelligence
or common sense within arrogance towards another opinion

For that which matters deeply disturbed blocked out
hard hitting truth in evidence reads between the lines,
Micky mouse can clearly see the victim trapped
pushing false agendas that promote hate

Inside the...

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Driving home one afternoon from school,
It was raining and the air was nice and cool.

Less than a mile from home in my little S-10,
Traveling the same road again and again.

It was a freshly paved road around the bend,
Taking it nice and easy because my turn...

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Love does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth
words taken from the bible that fires an arrow deep

We are living now in a world where people have departed from God 
tolerance is needed with prayer and fasting

Socrates hits the key note in this...

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My dreams involve writing of course
I want to break into the tough word of literature
I want to be a top author 
or an editor of a magazine
I want to write soap opera's
and screen plays 
I want my talent to be limit less
I want this more...

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I have nothing to lose, by submitting.
My poems aren't perfect, I'm admitting.
A crime of bad rhymes, I'm committing.
A disease of word misuse, I'm transmitting.
I try to be hard-hitting, but my diction is unfitting.
There are times I feel like quitting,
Then a gem is born, after some...

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