Best Makes My Blood Boil Poems

Blind Faith

So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
 
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us...

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(Misery's Ghost)

Dreaming with my eyes wide open
Ultra Death sits by the bedside 

On your knees, you are crying!
Along the floor, now you are dying!
Swallowing the...

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An apple red as blood
Here you go dear 
Take it with cheer 
It's sweet as sweet can be 

If only you would run away 
Or...

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TO BE, TO FEEL, TO LOVE, TO LIVE, TO DIE

TO BE is that existential moment that defines each of us on our
respective life paths as...

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WAR IS HELL

America hasn't fought a war since World War Two
Though we’ve been in skirmishes, more than a few
We've been in Iraq and we've been...

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A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet,...

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There's a leprechaun in my garden
stomping all over my soil,
I'm trying to prepare it for flowers
with the sweat of my brow, I've toiled.

He is extremely...

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You've been making some big insights, telling me how you see and view me living my life. I respect what all you have to say,...

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The thought of you makes my blood boil
It even makes my intestines curl up in a coil
I have never felt this hatred for no other
Only...

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I feel your always mad at me, Nothing I say ever feels ok. Nothing I do, is ever suffice for you. I always feel like...

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"We don't speak Spanish here, speak English
This is America”

Unbelieving brown eyes
Turned, toward that face
Unbelieving that that this person
Had a right, to open his mouth
And utter...

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Sometimes we feel sad in this world 
as at times it can seem there is no way
for us to go, we need to keep our...

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Calling all tuners!
It’s time to convene
To evaluate Trump and
His “fine-tuned machine.”

That’s the claim that he’s making
But most seem to feel
His machine might be missing
A cog...

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We can't share this body any longer Him and Me.He is killing me and draining me of
my strength.He is a weak and pathetic excuse for...

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I wake up another day on my bed
A bed crudely made of stones and rocks
It's dark outside as usual, and again
I'm awaken by tremors and...

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