Best Repudiating Poems

Behold, oh my beloved!
Is there a hidden care
you would like to share,
with your not so gentle gaze?

Repudiating caducity,
your eyes portray
sustained excitement ~
still and restrained
whilst behind you
an arabesque of phantasmagorical
make-believe.

Behold, oh my beloved
the vortex of colours 
surrounding you
entwine a paradigm
of that starry night~
and as i look...

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Freedom isn't Free
                       It comes with the price of Responsibility.

           American citizens are...

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Bright red is a nice colour to me,
Reminds me of life and vitality;
It is an active, liberating cree,  
Which says you can pen your own destiny. 

Colour is never lax or passive,
But springs with semiotic meanings,
Evokes feelings energetic or abrasive, 
And bright red indeed...

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Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word 
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath

Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges...

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A nation in crisis
                                       Democracy in divide
...

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overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
     would make laughingstock of forecasting
     how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch

and merely his
   ...

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A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate 
He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully
between his legs and whistle a somber tune.
The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town
Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty...

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Contrary faces, a ramshackle masquerade. 

Strengths stance unwavering in face, though weakness taunts, 
gaining momentum to take its place.
"Fear nothing but fear it's self" the age old adage turns battle cry for the seat of life.
Roots digging deeper through sinking soil, as foliage trembles and...

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Struggle to write

Witnessed courtesy the following poetic sight
especially when dark shadows foretell edge of night
twilight zone expanding
into outer limits of width and height
obscuring webbed wide world
subsequently where black tentacles alight.

This poetic prologue feeble exercise to encapsulate commonplace frustration experienced by fledgling author evidenced by spurious...

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Panic attack, Panic attack
What when where why remedy 
of a soul’s splitting in two
Panic attack, Panic attack
The demons too deep hymn one’s own threnody
The devil to he who suffers introduction grins fair adieux

Panic attack Panic attack
Medicine for a malady
for the spirits of anguished weeping few
Panic...

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Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?

Two fatal head on
     deadly automobile accidents
     in quick succession at 
     Zieglerville, Pennsylvania 
     poetic traffic circle
  ...

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Redundant and Repugnant

If what I will say does sounds redundant,
Maybe to many this may sound repugnant;
Walked around repudiating;
Sounding so humiliating;
All of these facts had become a coincident.

Jim Horn...

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A crooked slanting moon
shifts the eye
comes under the chaste tree
and washes the tainted
victory.

Wolves start howling
at the tomb of unknown martyr,
man-eaters recoil
on the sugar island
and talk about destinies,

A mourning crowd walks
repudiating the death;
one day nuances of an ode
will thaw the delta
in disbelief.

The Delphic attitude
of a translucent...

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February 13th, 2023 - old man winter gave a one...two punch

Overladen snow covered crackle and crunch
though, this skeptic owned a doubtful hunch
that such 24/7 round the clock whether coverage
would make laughingstock of forecasting
how Jack Frost feigned being out to lunch,
whereby inaccurate weather forecasters
outsmarted courtesy Mother...

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You think you’re riding high, so high falutin’:
the fact is, you’re the dumbest ox in town.
There’s no-one as unfunny as a clown:
reforming is a thing, but you’re just looting.
Repudiating allies while you’re rooting
for enemies will never earn the crown
you crave: and, in advance of sitting...

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