Best Irking Poems

Why does a child have to go to school?
Why do we have to spend so much time working?
This seems simply cruel.
Isn't it just irking?

Some people say school is important for learning
Couldn't a child learn on their own?
It would cause much less yearning,
After all, we can...

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On the park bench in the starkness of a city facing darkness,
I was drinking, feeling tipsy, working on some poetry.
Close by me was something lurking; suddenly it started jerking,
and it seemed that it was *twerking!, How could I write poetry?
“Will you stop!” I fairly bellowed,...

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What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the deserts?
Thus roar, thus blow filth,
Have you, met the survivors?
Felt have you, their struggles?
In The dusts that destroy,
That whistled as they...

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I am a voice,generations later
Who will shed the image sown
You will not paint my picture
I will not be taken down
I won't play your fiction stories
I am not what you percieve
Do not give the world a handbook
Do not tell them what to see

Staring me down,seeking errors...

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Aware of one's carnal human nature
I confess my own nastiness feature
as well as the lurking rudeness gesture
amidst obviously arrogant posture 
irking others in their wholesome venture.

Those traits likewise irritate me indeed
I admit thus with the hurts they can breed
since actual focus is selfishness-creed
in the guise...

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Spice of life
Spunky
Monkey

Cultured dance
Hokey 
Pokey

Treetop climb
Showoff
Blow off

Pride precedes
Humble
Tumble

Waiting bush
Got him,
Caught him!

Watching girls
Smirking
Irking

Normal day
Madly
Badly

Monkeys see
You do
Do too

Game is born:
Spunky monkey hokey pokey showoff blow off humble tumble got him caught him bushy pushy!




{aka: Monkeying Around. Written June 6th, 2015}...

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I just wanna travel, walk my feet against the rocky gravel,
The scenery could be, leaves or cattle, club dance battles,
By bus or paddle, writing in my journal like it was scrabble, 
Living without the rules, no one to tattle, 

If you listen quietly you can...

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I was sleeping
You're the one dreaming
I was turning
You're squirming

I can't sleep right
You're rolling in my sight
I was groping that night
You keep on moving like a knight

You don't stop irking me
You know I can't complain
You keep on teasing me
You know I can't refrain
  bugging me...

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S o dispassionate I have BECOME 
E ager voices of people made me NUMB
R ambling tales of them just gave BOREDOM
I  to restore my faith, still silently seek FREEDOM
O ffshore built my own little place to avoid any BOTHERSOME
U nafraid, un-argued, unasked, un-broken, ah...

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As time flies by
My eyes hurt from 
staring at the light.
Where can I go?
What do I do?
I can't escape,
I'm trapped in this
small little box.
No way out.
No doors, No holes.
Nothing.
No one trying to
help me out.
No one trying to 
break down these
walls.
Except for one
person.
That person being 
her.
She...

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Your life is a sandwich with many layers
Your knife slaughtered me as you bewitch my mind with thought-slayers
Coming undone by this bleeding hate-love relationship 
You tease me with insults that make me wanna cry, but I'll get a man's toughest grip 
I'm a Titanium ship...

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Zerk was a lurking berserk
who lived in the murky-murk of the cirque 
by the smirking Turk 
Zerk was irking a-jerkin’ and a draught of perkin
Zerk was a-joying his shirker’s approach towards work
Zerk was a-starking, a-barking, and a-marking the world with his dirk
Zerk was a-perking for...

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This tongue broadcasts
hushed tones of satanic nature
And strange snickers
resounded throughout the canyons
Chanting nocturnes as irking
as a rhino horn against a chalkboard
yet the prophecy remained clear
I had to find this beast…...

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Once upon a tragic, forsaken love,
A wish miscued from somewhere above.
So incorrect, 
I could not detect,
Nor should expect, 
Our bond fit like hand to glove.

A sour lullaby, sang a love you couldn't feel, 
Naive to believe in honesty, 
Or a sense of dignity, 
For this...

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glancing at thee beautiful doll female human, 
   an aggregate of positivity arose. That four 
tut hood toward slender youthful looking chica 
   figuratively took my breath away. She galore
re: us lee ranked topnotch on my register 
   of...

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