Best Rile Poems

I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth...

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Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims

No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When...

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Some people take to Facebook
In an effort to create
A safe and pleasant habitat
Unfriending those who wish debate.
But still rile against a college chum
Who's not lost...

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When cover of a book teases us to pry
Courted we're by sound of their voices:
Writers, creators, poets, and scholars--
Inviting us to virtues of wisdom inside.

If...

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Water they have kicked into the air on the sidewalk; 
drowning scent of welcome rain, while they talk. 
Hopscotch, doodle shapes chalk marks dissolving,
impulse, a...

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The Roman administrators came for the wealth of our worship
demanding that I crack the church's coffers wide open
for their needs, for the Empire's desperate embellishments,
in...

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Flushed hands spill passion, softly wild
In languid explosion words rise
With heaves of angst and rapture piled,
Spewing phrases... untamed, unwise.
 
As rhymes burst, whirls form in...

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I often watched  him tirelessly sifting
Grains of native corn in a rusty mill-
     Those arms a kinetic flush, quicker than
...

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Soft as quicksand is the ground beneath the feet
   of those whose words attempt to rile and defeat

Thrown stones cause few ripples before...

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I listen to whimpers  as duskfall nears
Finding a gangly waif rile from  burnt skin;
My feet throttles along…his grin appears
With palm half-filled with dimes...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower...

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I practice the right thing to do in situations
I teach these practices to children
I preach staying calm and in control
But when my emotions grab my...

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Stealthily and with no invitation,
Wicked Mischief rides into my night,
dismounts and strides inside. How impolite!
For rudely she intrudes - this aberration,
bearing that unholy “deprivation”
strongly brewed...

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The hillsides are covered
with miles of Scotch Broom.
Pretty to see
but an allergy doom.

This transplanted weed
should not be here.
It causes allergy symptoms
most of which are severe.

Some...

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Sam woke up all excited, his first circle would take place tonight,
He saw Crimson Fire sat deep into mediation, still as a rock
and noticed the...

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