Best Ragged Poems

“When the curtain drops, should we not applaud” ~ by poet
 
age wrinkles the face of youth
and dulls its eyes~
in no time, Death is at my door
a shadow of a shadow...
my ears pretend not to hear
His approach
gasping in ragged breaths ~
His nails
scraping against old bones
Death...

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She holds the yellowed book for a long time
Bound first in cloth, then leather, at last again soft
She notices the gilt has gone 
It holds a story ragged and raw
Bound first in cloth, then leather, now again soft
Like a weary old heart, nearing the end...

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"Her pain was so jagged.  You couldn't touch her, without it slicing through you too.  I wanted to fold myself around her and absorb the rest of the blows life would deliver."
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A ragged cloud from horn-filled hell
Restlessly tumbles and yaws
A silent beam, bounced off this cell
Made echoes hooked like claws

Now the swirling serpent comes again
Caught by radar’s sweep
Against a snake the souls must fend
And wake from slumber deep...

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I’ve been ragged on
I’ve been pushed around
And I plead to the sky above
When is my time to be loved

Is there a time for me
Oh I just let me be
It certainly is not their show
How would they know

It’s been such a long time
To be standing in...

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O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of...

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The little girl had lost her doll, 
Searching up here, searching down there, 
The doll was ragged and so small, 
Where had she gone now? Where, oh, where? 

She looked under her little bed, 
She looked under her bedroom chair, 
"She must be so scared",...

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Since I've been born.
Just a peasant girl,
Not worth diamonds or pearls.

Born with the sheep
Have to sleep in the big dung heap.
Used and worn,
Ragged and torn....

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All night, wind ragged as rain blew.
And the moon is seen as a squire view.
To be a mentor to the cutting wind.
In the sky, a single moon might askew. 

Oh, hurry to the lake in the wild.
Both the lady and the bird sighed. 
If only...

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Ragged Mother...

She pumped her lungs
To keep the fire live
Her wailing kid's
Dried tears
Pausing the sound
In anticipation
Of a morsel of food
That the mother
Struggles to cook
 Soft moonlight
Peeping through the cracked roof
Envying the rugged child
Sitting in a ragged sling
Wishing that in all adversities 
He had a mother like...

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Out, vile jelly! Sightless orb.
Horrified, yet we absorb.

Never sated, always thrilled,
Captives to the ink he spilled.

Our eyes thus peer through fingers tight;
Coveting his wit, we write.

The play’s the thing, its own reward,
Yet emulate we our dear bard.

For a moment, he draws near;
Perchance, we dream, our...

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Ragged

Ragged heartbeats,
Shut in
But not 
 Shut out,
Tattered heartbreak,
Tragedy 
 Flung 
  From high towers
Swooping down in towering tornados
Descending

Ascending from foul marshes
 Quick sand
  Stalking careless footsteps -
Stealthy quagmires – fetid slime -
 Like a shredded storm -
 Lurk by the doorstep
  Round...

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(tick)…sweet dark my thoughts ever consume
(tock)…haunting dream dethrone
(tick)…ocean pyre blackness sing
(tock)…unfolding deep her wary wing

…tick
……tock
………tick

(tick)…gurgled hum from sickly bulb
(tock)…hanging cord decay
(tick)…sway above my spinning bed
(tock)…waning wicked water thread   

…tick
……tock
………click

(tick)…breath from rage caress my skin
(tock)…alight my morbid muse 
(tick)…two beads of light through window...

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the homeless people
alive in cracks we avoid.
each displays no grace nor glory.
We turn our backs, are so annoyed.
	
Worn overcoats over scrim pajamas,
angled hair and leather-ed skin,
bags and bottles are their bangles,
we’ve become loveless manikins. 

some have singing voices.
souls beautiful yet never heard.
some lay choice-less
all have...

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In your absence, a ragged purple dusk stretches over the soul,
And is petrified, reliving at the frozen window of a heart invaded by silence,
I close my eyes, and the air becomes the cold silk of evenings once bright with a star,
While your memory, a sifted...

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