Best Ragged Edges Poems

Damaged Goods



In summer sun’s sagacious rays
A butterfly with ragged wings
Settled on the sidewalk
In search of food or rest or other things
Slow, strolling steps brought me to her side that day

Her wings were slowly yawning to and fro
I saw the ragged edges marred
A predator had tried...

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Just a shadow
of who I used to be.
My heart has been scorched
my soul sun bleached
Both full of holes
and ragged edges
I gave up what defined me
I dropped my morals
I raised my boundaries
and I've pushed everyone outside
of the walls I have erected
around me.
Still I smile
I hug, I...

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Nowhere Man

Star dust, the stuff of a fool’s dreams.
Oh !!!, to travel upon star dust streams
- that glorious, never ending journey -
into the realms, the space of many.

This old spirit, seems, not to fit into any
mold nor on any rung of the social latter, 
that,...

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The words beg, haunt incessantly push to be
heard -Dripping forth like a venom- too vile-
about to kill it's own master
Poisonous desecrator

The scream, they push-
I offered refusal and they gathered together a great 
army to slay me,
 ME! Their owner, their creator- their God!

Soulless bastards each...

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On blue-black beach the waves abate
and toss about the chips of slate
to wear the ragged edges round
ensuring skipping stones abound.

The swirling mist, the diamond drops
race up the beach with frequent stops 
to put a shine on stoic stone
and soak this hiker to the bone.

There are...

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A book is the beginning of a prayer born of hope, faith and love discovered within the pages of some writer’s glistening ink - quote by poet



Dust piled in layers
On books and anthologies, laying
Silently along the shelves
Where my thoughts would reveal
Endless moments spent traveling
Through page...

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Flour sacks I remember you so well
full of golden grain, bran or flour
a slight but delightful musty smell
perambulating the atmosphere 

Sacks cut up for all sorts of things
cloth shoes and dresses even trousers
rough coats that did not keep one warm
scarecrows dressed in sacks 

Vegetables stored...

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I don't know any African heroes
Only the city slickers on their quest for seven zeroes
Teach me the names of the fathers of prose
And how , with blistering fingers and eager minds of listeners from ashes they rose
Show me how the doomed generation told the tales...

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STORM    CLOUDS  
    

Storm clouds gathering again from the Pacific
Over this  graveyard and its winged totems,
Cedar stories rich in legends, these items 
---  Of far-off people, Shamans, and soaring spirits prolific.

---  Of the sea Indians...

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Old sentries standing guard for centuries
Exposed rocky ledges staring outward
Like true natives with rugged determination,
Nature's hieroglyphics in emerald green
Reflect gold splintered sparkling gems
High above savage river's ragged edges,
Far below the sounds of rapids whooshing
Unaware the circling echo of eagle overhead.

written February 13, 2022...

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Strong Voices, Fixed Opinions. 

"Bashing",
the political warfare, 
of the uncommon man. 
The rights of all those in power, 
ungodly "saints"...
that walk on higher ground, 
to prove they are better than the rest. 

Alienated and disturbed...
by the fact, 
we put them there, 
on top of the...

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Sagittarius

Strike true the star sign of the archer hunter’s heart true north while
Arrows of artistic aspiration fly free from optimistic opportunity in
Grand views of grace to stumble over humility’s stone in blunt speech as
Inquisitive innovations turn eyes to heaven’s crystal river in the 
Thrill of...

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Everything comes and goes like this,
boringly fast drills-
look and it's passed. Sadness and thrills too
are soldiers. There's no point in turning it over,
and over. The visit, however quick and smooth
warrants the quick and harsh pains. We're used to 
never going back.

How is it sad?
How can...

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I dont know any African heroes
Only the city slickers on their quest for seven zeroes
Teach me the names of the fathers of prose 
And how with blistered fingers and eager minds of listeners
from ashes they rose

Show me how the prisoners of yesterday freed the modern-day...

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He binds my hands and wrists behind me 
struggling to escape I see 
the fury of the coming storm 
arising high beyond the trees

I know too well the chance I take
when I accept a stranger's ride
beneath my knees, cold earth awaits
for this will be the...

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