Best Morass Poems
MorassAs we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal
We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who...
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Categories:
morass, discrimination, hurt, pain, sad,
Form:
Morass of AnonymityI sit,
forming kisses on memories,
striking them from time, as it whispers away.
Recollecting venomous verbs
cast to empty shadows
Eradicating the spiel.
Adjectives of annihilation, blitzing barren minds,
reflected, returned in silent echoes.
Notches gouged into the family tree,
tearing sons from fathers, mothers from daughters
‘till desolation offers comfort, disconsolately.
Tears, oil my...
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Categories:
morass, social,
Form:
Free verse
Trail of MorassTrail Of Morass
The mind dreams, the blood streams, the body screams
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Categories:
morass, emotions, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Minds In a MorassHearts burning with desire
Minds awash with dreams and aspirations
Eyes wishing from normal life to retire
Ears primed to hear inspirational orations
Delivered at a pacey rate
To a receptive audience
Minds desperate
To get with mischief in silence
So loud it brings down the roof
Where a motley of minds...
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Categories:
morass, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Morass of PoopMORASS OF POOP
lucid crudity,
profoundly abusive,
mostly nudity,
but for some crass morass of poop.
the dam’s jammed with ***********,
jelly-like googly eyes,
a real mr. potato head.
i scream,
someone change mr. wonderful’s diapers!
upon exclaiming this topic,
excrement of cussing,
like diarrhea deserts the hell hole.
something clean,
like angel’s wings,
with diaper pins and all
W ...
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Categories:
morass, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Avoid the MorassLeave the tangle behind you.
This is the theory I omitted.
Quite a while back.
Dwelling in a secluded retreat.
I choose a dilemma.
Many years ago.
Shielded from hazards.
This is the reason I used it.
Almost always.
However, a scare was issued.
We dreaded the virus.
Frequently.
No way, no how.
Not in this case.
Not right now.
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Categories:
morass, analogy, anxiety, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse