Best Lesions Poems

*Based on Plato's Allegory of the Cave

Numb fists with bloody wrists 
chained to crumbling walls.
Glazed eyes that never spy 
a single truth or fault.
Dim light impairing sight 
in spaces dark and shallow.
Stone walls where lies are scrawled 
by murky phantom shadows.

One breaks free on frail...

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I gather in the scarred 
and broken forms,
the lipped imperfections
that score the wind
to give voice to an evening. 
I see through the lesions
that open to a stillness
into which the universe
whispers its unfolding.

I feel the awe,
the sheer enormity 
that confronts the senses 
as all that is...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and many other homeless people lived), and stopped to give him a brand-new fifty-dollar bill. He hadn't seen his granddaughter in...

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When love becomes a masochistic moth
That yearns to feel the heat of passion's flame,
It chews a hole through sheets of ardour's cloth.

Its wings ignite, too close to blazing shame;
They glow at first with fervour as they feign
A beauty that becomes a painful game.

The tears can't...

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…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ

Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.

Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position...

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     my angel, fallen ...

            gossamer linen, violet lace
                window-dressing body, pressing
   ...

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Are we not blind-registered children, 
tripping over our future tails? 
Sight unseen enabled 
for the will of night prevails. 

Within the cone of silence 
curve the angles formed obtuse, 
at odds and plainly hidden 
in the shade of the recluse. 

Feeling numb along the crumbled...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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my Angel, fallen ...

           ...

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strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.

smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.

FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.

burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE...

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"Suicide doesn't kill the pain-
it just passes it on to someone else"

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weeping from loss I emptied the ocean,
remembering each emotion
     abandoned by devotion-
sights unseen by nude eyes shine,
forgetting your dear heart is divine-
        ...

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What of...A Pearl? 5-30-24
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Pearl

Born from irritation
Errant seed, like a pebble in a sandal,
Rubbing raw the soft heart in bruises
Lustrous armor built around crumbs of discontent -
A resume of overcoming ravished wounds
From a jagged invasion to round perfection. 

A sly annoyance, nurtured,
Grows into heroic neon hues
Of...

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I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for vindication
has been abandoned.
I presently refrain from accepting
the consultation of 
umbrous soothsayers.

Readers of tealeaves and tarot cards
hurl my infractions towards
the apex...

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Long ago, before she was ever hunted by the beast,
She had only drank from the cool river of freedom.
One fateful day it happened; she was caught
unaware. Her body, suddenly foreign, to move was a struggle.
The harsh truth, lesions, white, many, & irreparable.
Multiple sclerosis. Many losses,...

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In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume, 
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb, 
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.

I see you but cannot touch, 
thru...

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No one ever talks about it
it hurts
it throbs
uncomfortable

\No one knew what to say
especially when it was no longer all about them
but it was

Who have i been with?
who have you been with!!!?

the tears
pain
throbbing
thief of under
under where?
under there

All my friends were busy
Called mom yesterday we fought
My brother...

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