Best Lacerating Poems

Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the...

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Traveling along these celestial corridores

Through the spectrum, called life ~

Brought forth by a birth....

Bourn, for this very purpose in time?

A revelation revealed, by the hands of imperatives, "Faith!"

These reverent realities, of a humbled soul ~ 

Manifest amid a myriad of moments....

Symbolic twinklings, of love laced...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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Anyone can write poetry;
Only some do it well.
And others fail—initially, at any rate. 
Some idea of its genesis may be of help.

A poem – any piece of literature – is 
The result of a combination 
Of the Idea and the Act.

Idea
It stems invariably from authenticity—
Of...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden wings. Yet her 
feet never left the cold laminated floor. Any spectator would have mistaken her 
for a seraph the...

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The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail

Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down

With charts of old we...

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Stop harassing me with your hate
Stop flaying me with your frustrations
Stop inking me with your insecurities
Stop cutting me with your cruelty
Stop lacerating me with your lies
Stop searing me with your satire
Stop abusing me with your anger
Stop battering me with your brutality
Stop degrading me with your...

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Petals falling 
from unseeded bud
opened by midnight sun
sparkling it to love 
then leaving 
to return on its course
dressed in candle lights
stolen star to star
unmindful
of ice pellets 
tearing at the calyx
teardrops 
frozen in the throat
lacerating heart 
throbbing to harden 
like winter in silence.
February weeps
meet a new...

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ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass during expunging pilgrimages to Scarborough Fair. T. Wignesan)

Are ye going...

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It is gone forever now, a swirling mote of dust, 
  above the hills and fields, memorial fleck of dying love, 
vanishing from tear swept sight, away from the world, 
  oh how can life continue now, how can it go on? 

In...

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We're now into the year of twenty twenty three
And still there's no solution to see eye to eye
Will we learn since descending from the trees
Or are we everending to simply walk on by

Lifes global insecurities amidst epidemic rife
Whilst conglomeration greed suffocates souls
Lacerating lives like a...

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My World of Differentness

I am invincible
So don’t try and find me
I have no where about
But it does not make me aimless
I am like the wind
You can’t touch me but you can feel me
Do not try and reason with me
I will leave you with perplexities
Do not...

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written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of destiny.
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Senses become ingulfed,
the sound frequencies exit my lips,
black magic pouring fourth,
in a barrage of rage and torment,
self anger, sublimation,
projected then introspected,
hurt, regret, the wounds slashed again,
lacerating our aura, it bleeds
ether and is refilled with bile,
spat in face and broken in
sob, sorrow leaking, a joy
to be...

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