Best Lashed Out Poems

If ever there’s a campfire, rekindled as the sun goes down,
where ghosts of articulated writers, return and gather ‘round;
raise their glasses to a toast to commemorate their rhyme,
I wish that I could be there if they gathered just one time.

The awe would be amazing, as...

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As I walked along the shore 
With thoughts that brought an emptiness to a heart 
That once beat within the soul of a young sailor 
At one with the elements
Without mercy 
As though seeking vengeance for an unnamed wrong
And again I felt the chill of...

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Five strangers rode into Bodie, a small gold mining town
They didn't look at anybody and kept their heads down
At the Citizens bank they halted, it had been a long ride
Four then entered the bank and one kept watch outside.

The sheriff heard shots and came running,...

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Storm clouds gathered in the skies
Swirling angrily and anxious
For the war
Brewing somber colors
Not swept away by the mighty wind.

Finally, holding off no longer,
They exploded in a crash of thunder
As lightning lashed out in pain.
The tension was relieved
While the torrential downpour flowed
Like an avalanche of tears,
And...

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When my father was in a drunken stupor,
He could be a disgusting, nasty pooper
His paranoia would send him into a rage
Everyone was against him took advantage,
So he thought, while inflating his self-worth
A vain man of massive ego and matching girth
He lashed out at those who...

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Europe's concerned
  The world will burn
Russia's a tad worried
  Her ambitions may be buried

Mr. Obama's lashed out and chided
  His country's withdrawal as "seriously misguided"
Ordinary residents of the Middle East
  Do not want to unleash war's beast...

High up in the sky
Beyond...

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O tender soul, o innocence defiled,
What cruelties did your youth upend?
Tormented by she who should cherish her child,
Instead her addictions made her your fiend.

Those eyes that should have beamed with a mother's love,
Grew cold and contemptuous in the throes of her vice.
What horrors played out...

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HURRICANE HATTIE                                           ...

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The Spirit of a child but with Instinct and Cunning
Heart of a Golden Huntress
Eyes of Eternal Love and Forgiveness
Ears that Heard every word I said
Feet that were Swift to bring me a Smile
A Beauty unsurpassed
This Breathtaking creature, surely one of God's Finest
My Gift of Life...

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I stared at the ceiling in the dead of the night.
Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
Something in the bulb, palpitating in delight.
Enticing like a siren, flashing colours ignite.

Depressed, devoid of feelings I needed light.
A dribbling Moth I espied, duped by the sight.
Enticing like a...

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The camel has become angered
As he humps to the watering hole
Looking for blood, where only water flows
So he lashed out like a Lucifer

The devils crown
Is behind his cloak
The steam of violence flowing
All around the mask, falling to ground

His malice was clear
The masked ones holds’ malice...

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The internal fire
searing away life's pain
change summers forest

born into the world
contemplating renewal
ice covered rivers

all seasons cycle
pain love life feeling anger
eternal rhythm

bright autumn color
death brings life and renewal
pain will fade away

hope reborn once again
upon springs breath fresh flowers
life from the seedling

universes wide
internal contemplating
fish climb the river

many...

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I dated Mary Browne from out of town
 She was a lovely lass.
 She'd auburn hair and freckles and a perky little ass .
 The donkey carried her to Sunday school
 And all seemed well and bright.
 The lads were green with envy , especially...

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Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it did not show,
I was the weak one that I know.
With agile body and eyes that could see
He swiftly, surely guided...

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The crone can hear the children's laughter, cold as ice
And they exclaim out "witch", not thinking she can hear
Their parents then admonish, "Try to be quite nice."
Upon her thin, emaciated form they leer
Of love forbidden she has paid the awful price
Malicious magic powers all the...

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