Best Rebut Poems

In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the...

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The birth of a kid is just an adventure
Which has its start about nine months before 
After an instant of joy or of  venture,

When...

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Silent, alone, with no mates at all
We went on there one forth the other back,
Like the minor friars a narrow way crawl.

Of the Aesop’s tale...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live,...

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Sitting here exhausted. Exhausted and drained. 
Exhausted and drained and beat.
I battled and dueled with insomnia all night,
And now I can touch defeat.

I parried with...

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Finds me
Binds me
Cleans me
Frees me
Critics cannot blind and bind my guts
Call me mean, it cleans, frees, can’t rebut....

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To make someone confused, their mixed feelings can be used to convince them that they are someone who is mixed-up. To make matters worse tell...

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New Year


Will there be a new solution
Or old problems’ dissolution
With New Year’s resolution
When to all that we loath
Including hearken to the froth
Bow and take the...

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Rejection of worldly goods has been seen
as means for spiritual growth, to lead
a life in balance with HIS will, to wean
every material thing with no...

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I feel no pain I know no fear.

I'm just a tool for war I can't shed no tears.

But is this the life that I'm suppose...

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The world, once a seemingly small place, expands and grows with you.
Bigger, more vast, scarier.
How is one to find their place?

Searching for motivation--forward momentum, I...

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Taking seminars in relationships,
designed to make you more considerate,
does not belay your own apocalypse,
nor offers up a tangible rebut
to your self-pity and isolation.
You numb yourself...

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Do you know? where's the soul in a physical body?
               ...

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Writing poetry that comes to me when
Thoughts come around as in a rut 
Distress fills those cogs again and again
Excellent to write, and not to...

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Our ego’s impulse~
attract and repulse
both desire and fear,
deeming body dear.

The rot’s sunk in deep;
how’ll we take the leap?
Drop the bag of grief;
give soul some relief.

Vicious...

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