Best Poetry Society Poems

You can bleed me blind,
execute my eyes, 
victimize my vision, 
immolate my imagery, 
nullify my name, 
suppress me into silence, 
slaughter my soul, 
execute my ego, 
slay my spirit, 
veil my verses, 
poison my prose, 
annihilate my alliterations, 
ravage my rhymes, 
waste my words, 
vaporize...

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I know you're out there
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place with intent
       each finger-step just SO
      each notion a...

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Poetry and Freedom

        A poet is still free to write about what they choose.
        Come now, what do we have to lose?
        Poetry~ one...

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Voices voices telling me
Where to go
Who to see
What to say
And who to be
How to think 
What to believe 
What to buy
And what to spend 
Where to start
And where to end
Who to hate
And to friend 
When exactly to be straight
And when exactly, they say I should...

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TRUTH

                The egg
            The egg of light
         As full as it...

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This spot, this spot, so firm and alive
It grows gracious hands, living to give
To enhance all lives... much like their own
They help the masses, one by one.

This spot can be called, freedom spot
Cause ignorance falls from our back
Those wounded and scarred are soothe
The helpful free...

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a feather flock together;
Red ants go where red ants go.
Giraffes don't hang with the water Buffalo.


When you die, there will be...

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The Good Old Days

Take me back to the good old days
When we were grateful for what we had
Now people have much more than they need
And society has gone bad

Greed is the keyword and money their God
Everyone out for themselves
I remember a time when we thought...

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What was all of this for?
The chopped trees and trash on the weeping shore,
All these beautiful fields,
Now filled with the bones of the killed,
Earths bloodline sucked dry by our own mechanical drills,
Dolphins swimming free,
Drifting from sea to sea,
Captured brutally with a net to be killed...

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Here in poets' glory, we bask....
Not long ago, a bard did ask,
"When did poetry become ethnography?"
Verse is part of human anthropology,
Even part of Christianity,
Millions of folk read their Koran,
As part of their faith of Islam,
Poetry is a sweet and sour dish,
You can interpret as you...

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The youth of today becomes
The future of tommorrow.
All hope is placed upon the
Shoulders of this generation.
To carry on the world, make it a
Better place, achieve greatness.
The expectation is given, no 
Input is required from those whom it
Is given to. We are given a final 
Destination,...

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Gluttons, paupers, tis not thee I address,
Rather ye men, middle income meager.
Dames hast thine coffers slightly beleaguered?
Garments bejeweled, appetites sated?

Vultures dine thy muscles of toils weary.
Lazy bones remain roadside, pauper's soup.
Wages earned, eggs income, gathered hen coop,
Through petty tasks, worthlessness abated.

Gentlemen, tis advice long awaited.
Find...

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Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I...

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There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity

This nation that was like a beautiful tall...

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I looked a gorgeous a-- in the face
delivered a thick compliment
then murmured contempt for them under my breath

the desire to bond or even agree to disagree
gave way to a bevy of jousting eyeballs
that nearly brought me to fatigue

I should have taken my cue from a...

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