Best Noosed Poems

And here
we are
again,
my love,
under
one more
bullock
cart night,
devoid 
of care,
ageless
in joy.

Clingy
as sand
are the
actions
of past.
Forgive,
my love,
forget
as well,
devoid
of care,
ageless
in joy.

For long
had I
raged and
hated
the tide
that took
you far
adrift.
But now,
my love,
I know
by heart
it was
leading
you to
me swift.

The man
you called,
“My love,”
my love,
was not
better
a man
than me.
He crushed
your soul
beneath
his thumb,
and noosed
the husk
with glee.

So here
I stand,
a gun
in...

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Manic Melancholia

He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness

A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason

Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached

No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all...

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Lula Pickering

1887 – 1906


Have you seen my bluebirds today?
Have you fed them a few crumbs of stale rye bread?
I must have taken a hundred walks as a young girl
In search of my freewheeling friends.
And with only my slender shadow at my side,
I recited a million...

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“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and 
The Uninviting 
untouched,

concrete hearts too cool to be immersed 
in...

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At the breaking of the new dawn
Where the hopeful golden glow melts the dew
A sleepy world awakens to the brightened new dawn of life
But at the striking of that aged light
Where the anguished reddened heat squanders dew
I die a thousand deaths
Knowing that tomorrow I will...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every gaiety rang,
The sun just setting from a misty east
We had visitors from the waters’ midst.

Our fishermen were out spreading their...

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My hand hangs from the stirring wheel, 
Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work
and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal
My eyes declare thru the windshield an undemonstrative lurk
and conscience waterboarded by a stimulant
The faded, light and long strokes depict
A thinker stifled,...

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I loved you,
though you were a drowning man,
with cannonballs noosed around your ankles
and a whiskey bottle barely in your grasp,
rushing to depths too black to follow.

I loathed you,
though some days still held sunshine,
with a smile beheld on the blue moon
and a flurry of fists and...

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Rusted spiers
Splinted by liers,
Triers in sin
And all that is wrong
Mounted in untruth
Where they've been for so long

Dented hopes
Noosed with ropes,
They team with darkness
Writhes with ire
A most jaded wretchness

Our ghouls within
Away won't spin
Din of fear
Clear not the future
But danger to come
Fighting fast is the creature....

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all she ever wanted to be was one with herself
and yet here she was disunited and fragmented
seeking what seemed out of harmonious reach

heart choked in a stranglehold of noosed reason
razor wire punctured her emotions and feelings
rational distortion shackled a delusion of truth

I just want to...

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Silver does not smoke a 
fire.

The flames are to 
blame for displaying the 
greyness.

A tie never hangs a 
rope to a tree.

The chair will not ask 
you to stand.

When you are noosed 
to a rope.

Hanging, you will 
become Snowhite.

Gravity will bind your 
blood without a...

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Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants 

Now that my mustang is old
My reins still slip from my grasp
I go where this beast goes

Divorced from my old mare
I am no longer noosed
Years of service...

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my darling, you are the first red flower
in my garden of devotions
and the resident at the highest tower
in my castle of emotions

but also, the first day of spring
and all the life you bring
like the new fawn born at dawn
in the green valleys after mom

an eclipse...

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gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness 
give me a hand 
take thine arm
without the silent treatment 
and a thank you 
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed  

this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the...

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That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away 
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed 
wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are starting to merge.
Somehow my plain palette is mixing anew with tie-dye swirls...

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