Best Punk Rock Poems

On a limb was this lyric etched 
By leprechaun in rune & sketch.'
T'was not bawdy;But sober in tone 
From this wistful soul Who lived alone

To...

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~~La Danse de la Poesie~~
   The Dance of Poetry

A great dancer knows, the pain and practice
Of stretching, all the body, every limb.
A great dancer never...

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"Homeless" 

I found a little turtle, 
I assign it to my favorite green shoe box
I guess I over spoiled him, with one simple, pretty punk...

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we tend to forget the time when we ourselves were very young
our own parents did not understand some of the things we had done
we had...

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Some have passion and
Dreams in their hearts
That weave in and out
Beyond the edges
Of small places
Their dreams may be only words to some
But to them they...

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Waking she goes downstairs with great hope.

And she is not disappointed as the tree is sparkling.

Presents also wake with hope that is great as well.

That...

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CAN  YOU  SPEAK  WOMAN?

I can speak French and sometimes Chinese
I can also speak cat with some ease
When he  miaows at me...

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My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in...

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I hear the rain outside
and she is saying something
that is naughty
making a dragon breathe in fire
and blow out beauty
she makes me crazy
like silence in a...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from...

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People often say now I understand
When they hear that I'm from Paree
Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck
In the heart of Tennessee

I am the newest style...

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My lines are kind of groovy
And my hair is pink
My stick is rainbow coloured
And my boots are green
Punk rock my favourite listening
There is magic in...

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some punk rock band on the radio
plays transparently hopeful echoes of some quick romance
while she lounges on the couch in a see-thru dress
smoking expensive french...

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Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom, 
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide, 
Their wrists and...

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… as I child I heard these words by Immanuel Kant from my late Dad

over and over again …’you must act in a way that...

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