Best Mishandle Poems

Trump On A Funny Farm

Trump's lips do look like Donald Duck
Sad imitating palsied person when he does cluck
Like a cruddy chicken carries on and on
Sure hope pretty soon he will be gone.

Down people he will cut and criticize
Has short stubby hands and sleazy eyes
Then he...

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Infamous girl
you sank to a grave dug with a silver spoon
infamous girl
you drag your dress across an ill fated field lit by the moon

Lure you, comfort you, f-ck you, toss you
put this cycle on repeat, spin in your own spit 

This is a damning of...

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Send me the pieces of my heart so I can stitch them back together. I'll lock them in a 
glass case that no one can shatter. Love is just a word to you, not a true feeling. Your 
heart is made of stone & you...

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Ended Up in a Pickle

You probably ended up in a pickle
Received no things from theory called trickle
And felt down after reading latest pole
Gave away heart and sold your soul.

Some also heard what I often mention
Trump in ranks causes much dissension
Created chaos and also a lot...

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The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks
are counting on, won’t need his travel kit
when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it!
He orders bedroom windows made of bricks:
aspires to nothing higher than Stevie Nix.
The break-up (that’s why Vaclav Havel quit)
–  how cross is Marjorie,...

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Send me the pieces of my heart so I can stitch them back together. I'll lock them in a 
glass case that no one can shatter. Love is just a word to you, not a true feeling. Your 
heart is made of stone & you...

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Taken for granted 
many mishandle it
was given in one breath 
Its put to the test 
we forget how important it is, until ones loved one is laid to rest
Who are you to take ones life?
why does this world have to be filled with so much...

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TANTAMOUNT:

Whether by genes or by blood,
Whether by menage or by clan,
Whether by power or by class,
Whether by race or by nationality,
Whether by age or by gender,
We are all tantamounted inherently. 
None of us is special above the other,
For we all have our unique qualities.
Everybody is...

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The great poets begged for muse and not for moments stolen.
We lesser mortals cup in hand beg, not for attentions’ span nor
cause to celebrate, but Time; a worthy goal.
Seconds spent pondering half-held slow bled moments
shuffling by, and boy oh boy do we try
to steal them,...

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My thought reek of bloopers
All I see is blue birds
Ever since you left me
Maybe I deserve it
A southpaw has to be used to this

Sleeping in the mud
Reminiscing the dirty games I played
Staring at the dice
you flipped on me
I hate how the tables turned
Used to mishandle...

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...by gone past former shores of lands mishandle!;
Alas disoriented having lost one's bearings;
adrift going round in circles at sea darkness covers;
Hark! I hear Atlantis calling...
As the sea brings me light the candles;
Of the painted blacken skies;
Hark! I hear Atlantis calling...
Yet still alive, lost amidst the...

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Politicians will not ever be amusing;
Mishandle things they were misusing;
Pushed and shoved.
And no one loved;
Have found it hard to be excusing.

Jim Horn

shooting for a total of 7,800 now
and 8,000 later....

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Jurors mishandle the facts why can't we? 
Does it hurt when you hear others laugh, 
or do you think they are laughing at you? 
Growing the pain deep inside.
On your mind grows a hurt you can't hide.
What will happen to you if you talk? 
This...

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Are wars as natural as forest fires?

The world is a restless war between India
and Pakistan's armies are ready and eager to fight
as usual, the people are ill-informed 
Israel has a problem; people are in an uproar 
the way the sitting regime mishandle 
the constant warfare, there might be...

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My imperfections speak volumes with cutting 
words in perfect prose to my higher self
Long ago those shards caused wounds but 
now are ghosts of a broken lower self
Hollow shells of a self we loved the most are
shattered versions & bound to go 
The Rapture occurred...

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