Best Horrifically Poems

RACISM, A DISASTROUS ELEMENT
I look at the world horrifically,
With depression and disgust,
As the masses enjoys in poverty
And fear.

I look at the world horrifically.
Every places, full of stratification,
And unlawful massacre of people.
Hmmm! What a cruel universe! 

I look at the world horrifically.
Yesterday, raping and killing,
Today, racism,
Tomorrow,...

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Demons drown the desire;
proudly persecuting patiently.
Evil erupted entities;
maliciously mangling me.

Satan states the severity;
of corrupting his command.
Ferociously framed in fire;
horrifically at his hands.

Dreams died decades ago.
Slaying sins set out;
to traumatize the innocent,
on a rancid, wretched route.

Blood bath beginning;
Demons delightfully dote.
Abominations are appreciated;
take the knife to her...

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How can I express my sadness as I turn on CNN .
For the man who was suffering as he left so beautiful inside 

 taken so handsome and young ,  by the Sin of Pride .

His Family now weeps...

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THE BUG BITES –AGAIN!

We begin to get restless,
And know that feeling
The one when our heads
Start reeling!
It’s time to visit the Kruger Park,
Although sparse rain, and
The bush will be stark!
Adrenalin starts pumping,
And hearts thumping,
We arrive 4 hours later
At our camp
Wow it’s hot, 39 degrees
Waiting motionless is...

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A token of love once handed down,
 as His life giving blood, dropped steadily to the ground.
Horrifically abused, unmercifully accused,
 nailed to the cross to suffer our dues.

Stripped of all pride, mocked and scorned,
 what did He do, and what have we learned?
No crime did...

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To those who have sold their souls to be evil.
To those who worship none but devil.
To those who can’t enjoy life without causing harm to the others.
To those who pretend to be friends, monitors and fathers.
To those who have challenged God’s cannons and claimed to...

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Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)

There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare

ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send...

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society has forsaken me to an exiling loneliness as i become someone no one understands, unnerving memories seize the enzymes pouring forth nightmares from corrupted pineal glands, destiny leads me to the earths sacred lands, places where biblical prophecies have walked and royal blood has...

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OMAHA
Peaceful solitude, stoic patriots share.
Pure white rows atop lush lawns of virgin green.
Guards of Omaha at Colleville sur Mer
Young souls bartered when feckless old minds convene.

Wresting just liberty for lifetimes to be
Brave hearts manned the boats for fate destined to share.
Glory would leap from tales...

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I could feel the rhythm of my obscure 
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the 
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic 
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise, 
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence...

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The Final Goodbye
		
When we laid your body to rest
agony of pain enters into my chest.	

I started to cry and scream 
wishing that this was all a dreadful dream. 

But in my eyes I saw it was true
I just wish it was not you.

I never envision...

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Radical planet friendly measures
equals earning kudos as unsung hero
(think environmental/carbon footprint)
nearly absolute zero
while global population quarantine
suspension of civil rights
would never fly with trumpeting pharaoh.

Since United States economically crippled
(as well rest of world wide web)
courtesy coronavirus fallout rippled
analogous, whereby Mother Earth
(Gaia's) motley crew psyches stippled.

Golden nugget...

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(hub bur rigid version.)

All la names bespeaking deity froom
     Noah Mo' Room India Arc
     of Covenant to Blood
     (sweat and tears) of
     San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
consonantly demonstrably,...

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Race Track Thinking

16… little did I know the initiation began. 16 is hard enough navigating adolescence. Hormone dumping, the anguishing struggle to fit in any way—- relinquishing my individuality, and being true to myself. Unbeknownst, this was at my expense. 

I didn't choose these ADHD...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem!

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy,
taking a shower, or using the bathroom.
Accursed ambition...

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