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Best Rifling Poems

Below are the all-time best Rifling poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of rifling poems written by PoetrySoup members


Birds Eye Self Surveillance
Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to...

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Categories: rifling, 7th grade, blue, change,
Form: Rhyme



Deliverance
I remember those times of unawareness.
The innocent circle of found trust.
Its purity and purpose voicing its strategy, before the fallen chips of caution led to...

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Categories: rifling, rap,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Quiet Man
Trigger squeezed, rifling holds
Snipers shot, truly hits home
Target down, slip away


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Categories: rifling, war
Form: Senryu
Premium Member A Small Silk Sachet
The Eiffel tower stands gaunt,
like a tall iron finger
whose shadow petitions God 
for the right to scratch heaven.

My girl loves me to woo her
with polished...

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Categories: rifling, adventure, betrayal, feelings, french,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Sochi Scraps
Sochi Scraps
            by Odin Roark

Among my pen’s rifling
Hunting its own needs
His imagined snout moves...

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© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rifling, animal, , cute,
Form: Free verse



The Score Year Traitor
Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed witch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed...

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Categories: rifling, abuse, betrayal, discrimination, friendship,
Form: Sonnet
The Big C
It’s terminal….the Big C has struck

Despite these prickly heartdart lyrics, man voraciously yearns for a glint of hope

Incurable strikes the ears, accelerates to the brain,...

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Categories: rifling, death, depression, health,
Form: Free verse
Weapons of Small Destruction
You used to come home from school 
grab two-handfuls of wooden building blocks 
and take one brooding look at the Lego cities 
I’d carefully constructed....

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© Soulfire  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: rifling, family, nostalgia, mum,
Form: Narrative
Boomerang
What fools do sing of Karma?

Justice meted out like some kind of sick equation as though
any thoughts or theorems are constant.

I'm sure Pythagoras and Euclid...

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Categories: rifling, cowboy-western
Form: I do not know?
Free Cee Is That a Trivial Trifle Or a Rifle
IS THAT A TRIVIAL TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?

Weightless
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended peace
A peaceful pool...

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Categories: rifling, angst,
Form: Quatrain
Missing You My Lover
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot...

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Categories: rifling, life, lost love, life,
Form: Acrostic
Free Cee Is That a Trifle Or a Rifle
IS THAT A TRIFLE OR A RIFLE?
waiting
Weightless
weight less than a pound
Weightless while watching ripples row their way across a wading pool 
A pool that portended...

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Categories: rifling, angst,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member That Nasty Lactose - Forgive Me - This One's Just Too Hilarious Not To Post
This embarrassingly irreverent piece is loosely based on a true story for which I've paid the price for pretty much causing it to happen more...

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Categories: rifling, funny, humor,
Form: Narrative
Missing You My Love
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot...

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Categories: rifling, lost love, life, me,
Form: Acrostic
Globes
A nice young man in a nice crisp blouse is rifling through papers as we speak. Somewhat undisturbed it is imperative that he reaches the...

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Categories: rifling, animal,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things