Best Pangs Poems

A lonely silence fills my broken heart
With rolling tear spilled eyes upon my face
When all the joyful beauty falls apart
To leave a breathless sorrow to embrace
My deepest saddest shadows overwhelm
With voiceless screams from every fallen tear
That flow in waves within this trembled realm
Where all my...

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Love's Greatest Costs Are Pangs Of Deepest Remorse

Life is not all love, sweet fun and joyous games
nor pure enjoyment seeing dawn's early rise.
Sometimes it may be our deeds revealed that shames
and cost us dearly, our heart's most precious prize.

Lost love is fast fleeing and elusive...

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America unlocked
Is the monster
under stairs
stirring? 
The bottom class
 wondered
as upper class
called them higher.
Master like playing games
 stoking darkened fears
enjoyed teasing
emancipated 
Kept them
second guessing
what step
would be their
undoing
The sharp fangs
of illiteracy overtly ruling
Liked them tamed
and their feet grabbers
vicious
Had to be there quick
but punished
using a sprint. 

America, your...

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Had enough of fear of shock and awe, so let me say something now

Lest I get stifled of shut in, let there be some opening somehow

The fish of mind keeps growing in the ocean of thoughts moment to moment

By closing thought process how can you...

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It was unnerving
a  growling demon of
deprivation, 
an
enemy that lurks
in shadows, but 
the eyes don't lie
silver spoons
do tarnish
with lack of use

they're tucked
away from public eye
shamed by the ideals
of the elite 
without capital leverage
they can't bargain
for slices of pie

 alone,  
starving souls
often remain on
the threshold...

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Nothing In his eyes

i'm nothing in his eyes
how did it get this way?
i gave my all, gave my best
but none the less
he choose to take my child
blindsided by the illusion of love
i though he wanted me

he make excuses about his childhood
so why would you wanna 
do...

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The city doesn’t need any elevators
Or escalators or anything to push people up
There are no clouds in this brightened city
no bourgeoisie emancipation, no atypical beauty
silicon bosoms out on the overstretched skies
mechanical tirades of the undiluted selves 
the cubicles at Grande elevators are full of
lowered shallow...

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Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting

one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.

Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would reach the Source

They had died of Aids and he was...

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White lilies trumpet
star-shaped shouts
of praise
that pierce the prison
of the grave.
Yet my mood is far 
from risen—
This earth seems so 
un-saved.
My heart is barbed 
with thorns;
the doctors say
they’re veins.
Then arteries 
are vines,  
vines with thorns,
I say.

April 9, 2017
for PASCHAL PREMIER Contest...

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Hunger juices





Living to eat or eating to live,
Hobby, habit or need ?
Money matters or personal,
While rich were obese,
Poor kids anorexic.

Royal cheese and creamy daal,
Tandoor is red hot,
Crisp chapatis and pickle,
Saliva fills mouth,
Nasal buds get taste,
Delicious,
Wow !

Dream shatters as eyes open,
Saliva drools into the eyes,
The kids...

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Pangs of exile


In the season of the fallen leaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief
Should I join the expat web?
I will still receive The Sheaf
Pangs of exile, pangs of grief

I listen to a foreign tongue
The sound goes on the evening long
Oh to hear the name O’Keefe...

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hunger pangs...
dumped produce
rats gather

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a wild scream

a wild scream
followed by silence...
one eats, one dies...

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poetry’s starved -
                after days of bountiful buffets and open bar...

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Pangs of Hunger

Known the pangs of hunger
But carried flesh on back bearer.
Never have you knocked from back
You feed milk and now grog to knock.
Heinous or sweet never be same.
Heinous carries shame.
Where teen have to take blame.
 Go phut and weeping in loneliness.
Gone down, God damn...

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