Best Ripped Off Poems

To those who scam one another
One day you will be smothered
You cannot do it for too long
And you know that it is wrong
Any delusion you...

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POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS 
  {Bivouacs}

Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.

Out of...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue...

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The wind is blowing through my mind
Not gently breezing through.
It ruffles my thoughts and jumbles them
It will take time to file them anew
I like to...

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Cement Pillow

Blame, blame, blame
makes playing life’s game so much easier to do…
Shift it, change it, switch it as long as it ain’t put on you.
Blame,...

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Shaking in trembles, tremor within. 
A delicate pivot, shifts in separation.
Consolation comforts, the loss of win.
My first year of divorce, set in liberation. 

Bushwhacked, travelling...

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I did my research on the victim at hand
I broke into your dreams and everything was at my command
I defrauded your thoughts and deprived your...

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Oh goodness the house is on fire, 
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared, 
And frantic and overpowered...

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Imagine being told as a little girl that you are ugly, you are stupid, and that you are a four eyed little freak.
I still hear...

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A masquerade party
     ever since 2005
   The hosts floated balloons
     partygoers thrived

   The...

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He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing...

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THE POET’S SESTINA

The poet put the pen to his head and killed himself;
 he shot the leftovers of an ideal in a second of no-thought.
...

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It was always this way at Christmas…
Does he open my gift first
Or do I pull the wrapping from his?
Will I love what he’s given me?
The...

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An enormous pole 
made of chrome 
A table set 
Steve, knew he was home 

With a tiny leather thong, 
he swung around, 
in a world...

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