Best Rants Poems

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread
       ( First of Three Poem Trilogy )

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I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and...

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My confession
I murdered them all
impostors
claims of poetic devices
when the evidence was only
rants piled upon rants

A circle of praises
made the courts dizzy
the frauds committed
only added to...

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Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.

I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a...

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You are a thorn, borne deep in my heart
   The prick that sticks me with each breath I take
A tether, whether I want...

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Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug – 
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in 
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:

Those mindless, confusing...

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I was submerged in 
an ocean 
          of rants,
hiding the sparkles 
of my  
poetic 
...

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l.
Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through
organza skirts and  gemmed ringlets; my hair
ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs
smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s...

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These Limericks were written by many different PS poets who are all remaining anonymous.  If you would like to add one of your own...

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Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would...

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My Favorite Things comes to mind...


a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing...

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He calls me Sis and he Big Brother
His muse is sweet won’t ever smother
Kindred spirit of one another
Joyful kindness is his druther
He spreads cheer like...

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It makes me sad
to read such wonderful prose
hidden only cause many seem impaired
lighting dimmed
softness fades
missing true gems, for glittered dreams

Like ones travels
explore
discover hidden Lanes
quiet places...

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Playing Batman and Robin is a lot different

When the Riddler is your Stepfather

And simultaneously an alcoholic and pedophile

When your secret mission is to keep him

From...

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CRAZE DURING FOOTBALL GAME

Up yellows; greens; reds and blue,
tell me! Tell me, who is through?
Passes. Crosses. Headers. Shots.
Volleys, blasters, more scissor kicks
tell me! Tell me,...

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