Best Powder Keg Poems

Pieces of heat scatter and scorch
Over the orange rusted sky
Wildfire season has arrived
Dense and thick, stern charcoal
Eyes capture and deny
Relief's cool rain, as tongues of...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode

You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it...

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It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode
Hurting others but
Killing your own soul

You pretend it isn’t...

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Through the full of moonlit night
Succumbs a moth to every light
And powder keg wings beat white satin 
Serenade in frolic amidst temptations often
Desperation outside upon...

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A Christmas tree is but a fake soon revealed,
for, under the tinsel, a dead tree's concealed.
If a man sheds his thorns, is he still a...

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Maties I will say Ahoy
And tell you things that just annoy
The wind out of all my sails
As I state a little tale
Of something that irks...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would...

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Don't forget to cross the Ts
and dot your Is
because if you don't do that
they're just lines vertical on a page.
Lets us forget about the imperfect...

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Slam poetry evening 
Offended 
Leave now
In fact why have you come
If this is not for you
Or do you 2 wish to slam
And are here looking...

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Folks refer to grand times as “bees knees”
But I am often bedeviled by bees
     I take one step out the door
...

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Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.

Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin...

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A Soldier’s Prayer

I’m hearing the whispers in the night,
I know what I hear is just not right.
The whispers continue on and on,
Then all of a...

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The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves

I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped...

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Shards of tears 
engrave memories
like a tattered glass
recalling years scarred by desire.

she went mountain climbing 
too high, gasped, got 
wedged like a pinched rose
then hoisted...

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Queenie Meg went to Winnipeg
                    ...

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