Best Raced Poems

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my...

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Darkness spreads around the room as the lights dim, my friends are here and the room is pitch black. Begin the show. Eyes open preparing for what many call death but its life. This is considered living and not to be mistaken with death. Those...

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Do you recall where you were at
the day that Johnny raced the bat?
I was but a lad of eight.
A bat shot out of Hell, damned straight.
Johnny flew like an outbound freight.
A front row seat is where I sat
the day that Johnny raced the bat....

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It Raced Red Seamed Weathered,
                                  Moist Dry Weathered,
    ...

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