Best Ill Will Poems

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Beware, Nightmarish Dreams Are Oft By Raven Sent,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)

When incantations stoke fiery embers,
eerie nights, their sounds roust to remember
ghosts of yesteryears, so birthed to dark play
within nightmarish dreams, as monsters slay.

Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of...

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Unfortunately, Regrettably, Sadly - This is for the Inspirer, my Mother

Long was my time of proudly witnessing her endless charms
ability to seed smiles and respect with Southern wiles aplenty.

Then, intrusion of quick insist, in shadowed shift, gave glimpse
of her facial expression failing her known impression...

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Some say I am bewitched
Others believe that I am cursed
Many think I have gone mad
But what they don't know is that I am mentally ill.

I did not choose to be this way
And I did not ask for this
Neither did I wish to be like this
It...

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It’s Not Easy~ Dedication to Ill Poets

To think of beauty...when in a 
hospital bed you lie, 
You raise your eyes to heaven
and ask your creator...
Lord, why, and you cry!

Your fellow patient has machines 
that sing through the night.
You cant leave the room, because 
your broken...

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New ambient light taking hold of that which was once darkened by time.
New thoughts eluding desires and all answers to the questions at hand.
Laminated emotions taking the places of the empty spaces inside the mind.
Feel the love from behind the reinforced glass? Didn’t think it...

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ILL REPUTE

It was a house of ill repute 
And though the occupants were cute
(Or so I gather second-hand,
I haven’t visited, you understand)
The local residents agreed
That, though such places served a need,
They really didn’t think it should
Be sanctioned in their neighbourhood.
Theirs was a clean, God-fearing town
And...

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Salome just loved gingerbread
But Herod misheard what she said
Who wants a dead head
To bounce in their bed?
So she dashed to the John instead


*Title inspired by Special Character, Ilene Bauer...

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The blossoms in a meadow; being chocked out by the weeds;
Reflect the concepts of society; that do tangle and deceive. 
In a conquest for dominion; they can not stand alone;
And the beauty of the flowers; are seldom fully grown.

The mirror casts reflections; on a rosewood...

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You make me better than I ever hope to be
I want to be together for the rest of eternity
You fill me with strength and so I have great pride
My feelings grow deeper for you inside

We are joined together in so many ways
I’ll love you until...

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Ill discipline
As if it is not drunk enough
The frog joins team vodka...

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Holy verse, subject to human 
interpretation, holds only shards 
of insight into divine wisdom 
leaving us ill-equipped, in our 
imperfection, to truly 
know the mind of God.

And in our imperfect state we 
have been granted the use of 
only a small percentage of our 
miraculous...

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LUST IS AS ILL-CONSIDERED A WEED
  AS EVER STOLE SCENT


Rejected in the main as superstition -
A gadfly, I’m alone upon the weed:
A hot cinquefoil brooding on position,
Declared intent of being in need of screed -

Now the subject of each idle bee
Gorged already, needing a...

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She Soon Became Ill

She soon became ill
From doing things illegal;
Again never will.

Why be illegal
Looking like a bright beagle;
Frantic flying eagle.

For words we were lost;
How much will her torch have to cost;
Keep warm from the frost.

Do take an aspirin
When from headache have suffered;
Be sure is buffered.

Trump...

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Sitting alone in the magazined room 
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out, 
Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be.

I hear my name, “Yes, this should be quick”,
I go and sit on the examination table.
This doc should...

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I cradle and rock him,
He's so fragile a thing in my arms,
So perfect, so innocent,
So unlike his mother.
His mother was broken and wicked,
A being rotten from within,
But I had loved her still.
It was foolish, I know,
But is that not what love entails,
Accepting someone for who...

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