Best Retarded Poems

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience...

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Wouldn't you rather~

Wouldn't you rather be dead?
Maybe shoot yourself in the head?
Over my dead heart, I'd never want to be a zombie like you.
The sight...

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You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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Children so special
Labeled by society --
     Morons, retarded

Each has unique gifts
Wide-eyed, forever smiling
Offer them respect
They have disabilities
But treasures lie in their...

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She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost...

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I wrote this poetic monologue when I was seventeen years old. It was 
part of a play I wrote and directed. It was published in...

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Retarded limbs in dark surrounds,
Embattled heart ‘n muffled sounds;
Dying hope of life abounds
I am winded to the gut.

Slowly sinking through the clay,
Sly emotions slip and...

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How do these people sleep at night,
Having taken so many lives;
So many innocents have died,
And still B.P. thrives;

Do they even have a conscience,
In their tiny...

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My story Unknown to many
I have a blind brother
9 months older
Could have been a 2nd Stevie Wonder
Except he's retarded
God don't make no mistakes it's man...

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POVERTY IN AFRICA
Nzongi N.Mwero
Large population live in slums,
Youth unemployment looms,
Illiteracy looms,
Poor health standards zooms,
In Africa poverty has rooms

A protein starvation diseases on the rise,
Due to...

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He's packin' magic Viagra
Muse infused grooves set the mood
grab ya' and stab ya' 
we're opposites 
still we speak the same language 
teach and preach truth
every...

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Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before...

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I hate soccer I hate it so much I don’t call it football I call it soccer,
It is a pointless boring game involving no impressive...

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"IT"

On the way home,
I notice a change around my domain.
Shivers prick all the way down my spine.
I inhale a smell so evil- IT is now...

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