Best Rawest Poems

you may try to make us feel inferior
strutting around with head held high and mighty
i wonder
is it for our sake
or just to cover up thy own inadequacy
fumbling your way around the factory floor
the bosses son soon to elevate to greater roles
i remember you 
on your...

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How I'd relish standing Obama at a brace and show him how to salute!
He's shown zero respect to the Marines and I suppose he thinks he's cute.
 
No one salutes with a coffee cup in hand, not even the rawest, dumbest recruit!
Should a soldier, sailor,...

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Earth, water, fire, air
solitary elements to exist;
while alpha powers from 
celestial arenas persist at creation
in it's rawest form
Nothingness,
A blank canvas
Empty;
full of substance and potential
Awaiting a transformation that will be 
a perfect reflection of beauty
pictures on a mantle
Earth, Water, Fire, Air...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.

Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something...

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I wither away writhing with protest 
As I toss the option to liquidate my hate 
Paralyzed more often than just depressed 
A language not meant to nimbly translate

As I toss the option to liquidate my hate 
The richest pain begins to harvest
A language not meant...

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Oh my dear friend, its time to vent it out. Forget about the control, forget about the petrol , burn yourself up in the luminosity of your novelty. Let your hands freewheel, let them dance on the tunes of your vehemence. Clear your throats and...

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What's that robed in gleaming emeralds rare,
Among the so-called dark-hued junkets plain? 
So in blackest nooks glittering gems do glow,
Where prejudice would like them labelled vain?

Bravest arms that swift swords in virtue wave,
Cry for the very plunder their rawest valor gave;
Lying hands that didn't any...

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'Tis well-known that military blokes speak a lingo of their own,
But it has served them well over the years, it has been shown!
To a General or a Private, such jargon is totally sensible,
But to ordinary citizens, 'tis utterly incomprehensible!

"Yard birds" know all about "policing the...

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(dedicated to Naija, my countree)

Naija, I hail o
A house horrorful than
The Hammer house of horror!

Naija, I hail o
An animal dreadful than
The dreaded white shark!

Naija, I hail o
A den of animallike humans
Who prey on all preyables!
Naija, I hail o
The home of impersonation
At its peak..
The den of...

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I'm a writer of truth
I appreciate the nakedness of art tho
in it's rawest form where it starts
which is usually from the heart
So, I listen
Then
The words begin to flow
And before you know it
I've created a masterpiece in my mind
Because what the heart feels is real
So to...

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Today, l went whale watching
I was left in complete awe
The magnificence of these beautiful creatures
Hugged my being to the core

Their amazingly huge yet graceful bodies
Playfully breaching into the air
Slapping their pecs in the water
To their own grandeur… oblivious and unaware

It was a truly special sight...

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CRUELTY
The God of Peace will destroy the cruel ones

Why are they so cruel,
It is not fair.
Hardhearted actions,
Christians truly do care.

Cruelty and fear,
Are friends in the dark.
Innocents suffer,
Hatred has a spark.

Man's inhumanity to man,
The poor victims cry.
How vicious can one be,
We do not know why.

Cruelty is...

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That gasp in the back of your throat
You know the one
Where it feels like you'll die
If you don't see him again
Yes, that's it; I just felt it

I can't wait to set my eyes on him
The next step is a big one
It can hurt alittle sometimes
Although,...

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Secrets of the Soul:
By Nishayel & Athina (circa. 2009)

The things we do to stay alive-
broken vision of a soul in the heart of the night, 
What we gain can only be seen in our eyes-
a perfect deception, a perfect demise. 
To question what the hearts...

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A dream is a wish the heart makes,
And the moment I saw you
My heart wished you to be mine
So to say that you are my dream
Would be merely stating the truth,
But only in it=s rawest, simplest form
Since in truth, it is an understatement at best
for...

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