Best Rough Poems

Here's a fact, life is no bed of roses.
        It has a habit of knocking us down.
           Whatever injustice it imposes,
Welcome it! Don't let the world see you...

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French trader Tavernier in a greed-inspired way
Glared at an idol of a temple in Mandalay
Prying a gem from its eye socket, a curse prevailed
Tavernier died bankrupt soon after making the sale

Louis XIV bought the stone, 1668
A gift to his mistress, Louis had it cut heart-shape
For...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning peeks in where the tension hangs tight
while the lanterns, alarmed,...

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The flower still stood in the midst of the storm;
its petals still fresh and divinely clasped together.

The winds and rains couldn't stop buds to blossom,
though being in a hostile weather.

It was a plant brought down from the heavens by divinity,
to proof the existence of manifestation...

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The U.S. was fighting against Spain over their colonial policies with Cuba,
And Asist. Secretary of the Navy, Theodore Roosevelt resigned his position just to join the volunteer cavalry. One of three regiment raised in 1898 for the Spanish-American War was the 1st U.S. Volunteer Cavalry...

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Diversified, she sat upon the page
a tiny dot of incoherence brushed into the ink
She wondered how she got so small
and stretched to reach an "A", 
the brink
which started the sentence of her life,
a thousand words to hide away.
While she studied the paper rift
she noticed the...

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From
lake’s front
cliff stands proud
harshly sculpted---
rough

Till
fine grains
tumble down
like pearled beadwork--
smooth



3/04/2019
Joseph May's  Light Up The Page...

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It's too obvious to be sharp
Though no one can deny the beauty of being pierced 
A delicate moment
Only to be savoured accidentally of course
Something to react to and get over
Yet with all edges polished away
Reflecting nothing
Lacking in all memory of before
There's a sweetness
No, sweetness isn't...

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rough with beauty 
    an acquired taste
            sexy with squiggles

But it’s a tree!
     Yes and has history and character
        ...

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Half a mile from the shore
boats turn into diving fish,
the sky roars by
derailed by the horizon.

The Lake Erie ferry
skims the crashing crests
rises as a seagull,
scooping up the flying spray.

We passengers go below
abandoning the deck
to the scouring winds.
Children are gathered up
into protective huddles.

I catch my reflection,
my...

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This master of dance forms
Led not by tender grasp of hand.
A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat
Began the waltz.

Arms around your neck...embracing? No!
Hanging on
For fear, of 
                ...

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***Disclaimer: This is not so much a poem, as an exercise in stream of consciousness. I just sort of wrote what I thought about. Sorry if it makes little or no sense to anyone else. ;p

There is an intense power
misunderstood. 
A little white lie, 
a...

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A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

The silky pearly-white soft skin, beneath her comb's dark beams
and her intriguing olive eyes' attentive, thoughtful gaze,
behind the night's befalling veil, with elegance supreme,
like mystic crypts enchant the men and cause infernal blaze.

Involuntarily transmits her messages across
a forest nymph expands her...

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Life is getting Rough
Now in life looking forward to another day
Is like being dead another way
Life is getting rough
Life is getting tough
They say we better off alive
But we better off to die

Cost of living is rising
Yet salaries declining
Children Starving
Poverty increasing 
Parents striving
Life decreasing

What are we...

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I saw the rage in his gaze, 
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my ****.
He charged up as usual
Still looking little unsettled with a sudden crash of energy,
I wanted to escape the situation, but his grip was tight...

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