Best Pitchfork Poems

(Hello, my sweet friend!)

Speaks in unknown tongues 
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food, 
A sweet drink 
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at...

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Once significant and alluring, your luster faded.
Perhaps it was the treachery in hollow eyes jaded.

Was there ever a light
in a soul dark as night?

Promises of...

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I stepped into a cow pie, back a year or so ago, and I did fuss and cry!
Or so I am told… Then I found...

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The reason why I gamble,
I ought to tell the truth.
Those squalid tales I spun before…
Well, don’t go seeking proof.

The one about the heart op
And my...

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stoic or mourning
in a time of depression
or keepers of secrets
with a hostile divide?

why daylit drawn curtains
made from fabric she's wearing
and 'mother-in-law's tongue'
on the porch to...

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Frankie boy, go get my gun
Here comes those 
pitchfork carrying citizens

They’re so scary angry and uninformed
Holding torches, they plan on 
doing more than burn crosses...

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Dragon wants in the movies. Honestly! He's a great actor! Just look at him!
Doesn’t he look so sweet and innocent... See! Told you he’s a...

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Let me tell you a story
From a time gone by
The tale of a greedy butcher
And a pig that could fly

In the little village of Piddle...

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A Knight from the vast Kingdom
of The King of Holy Throne.
Michael slept within a castle
on beds of peat moss, and of loam.   ...

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Dear Grandpa,

Are you aware that you can still get social security income if you act now?
Did you know that Capital One and Visa want to...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay,...

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Steel-gray clouds have filled the sky
To linger, on a cheerless day
Laying ice upon a weary world
Of rolling hills, and pastures deep

Small herds seek shelter among...

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perfectionism: the fragrance.
be an ideal vial
of toilet water.
discover little dainties 
in pock-marked
hand-held
facades.
purge your persona 
with the devil’s 
details.

flippancy: the fashion.
be a toothpick-skewered
single-serving 
euphemism.
be sampled
and rimmed...

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While closing my eyes, I return once again
to an image that nestles at the foot of the mountains
Snow crowns San Jacinto as it shadows the...

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Satan is pictured with a pitchfork, tail and horns
If you’re doomed to his hell, hot coals your feet will warm
But when people blame their actions...

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