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Best Rancid Poems

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Premium Member The Age of Poet Destroyer
A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years, 
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a...

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Categories: rancid, community, pride, princess, strength,
Form: Epic



Premium Member New Menu at Milton Creek's Aces Restaurant
*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak,...

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© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rancid, people, places,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Nuts In the Soup
"Nuts are in the soup!" 
That's what I've heard: not so absurd
Some add a pinch of spice now and then,
from wit and the sharpened nib...

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© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rancid, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Little
Little


is left
little breath
sagging stem
begging eyes
trains come, then depart
rancid smoke over grey fields
I am little
I saw it all...

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Categories: rancid, angst, child, courage, gothic,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Shadow To Shadow
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Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
In youth the Eden where you played
was left bereft, destroyed, decayed,
by trusts malignant masquerade

Shadow to shadow, shade to shade
No grass...

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Categories: rancid, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: Monorhyme



Premium Member A Willow Tree
Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top...

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Categories: rancid, daffodils, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Exit 7b
1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should...

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Categories: rancid, feelings, imagery, lost, urban,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Welcome To the Bijou
Welcome to the Bijou

Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.

The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...

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Categories: rancid, age,
Form: Free verse
Jungle War
So thick with rain,the rancid air
into the jungle pours.
Young soldiers with their feet on fire
keep on despite the sores.

This war is one that no one...

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© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rancid, history, war, home, home,
Form: Quatrain
Premium Member The Mythical Fisher Woman - Inspired By Contest
I encountered her on a dark stormy night
Her huge trout like lips were a scary sight
Strands of white spittle formed on angry lips
huge folds of...

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Categories: rancid, beach, fantasy, humorous, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Illness is
a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching...

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Categories: rancid, life, sick,
Form: Free verse
Walk of Shame
                        ...

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Categories: rancid, forgiveness, judgement, power, spiritual,
Form: Epic
Intriguing Odour
Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil,
and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil.
It needs...

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Categories: rancid, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Poe's Diary Page 7 the Hand of Dread
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Poe's Diary Page 7 (The Hand of Dread)

Postby Whiskurz » February 11th, 2013, 1:25 am

Awakened by the hand of...

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© Larry Belt  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rancid, fear, write, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member March Mirth
SEBASTIAN BECK 

The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check 
Didn't notice it had snapped 
Below all the crowd clapped 
But in...

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Categories: rancid, humor,
Form: Limerick

Book: Reflection on the Important Things