Best Ruptured Poems

There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…

seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape 
of sun-raptured...

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When smoke consumes clear horizons,
manipulating corridors of the mind,
beckoning imminent afflictions

poetry is the remedy.

A poet's first eternal love,
forming an authentic bond.
A tonic of silent expressions
creating...

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I wait—

here I wait
for white magic reverie
to embrace me   free me

here I wait—
an hourglass full
of leopard-print thoughts 
sugar-granular-musings spill
the beginning to the end...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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My existence is a poem I've never finished,
as I've always been unsure what form it should take.

In a labyrinth of lyrics, words are like whores,
unfaithful and easily...

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Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...

Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel?...

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OBSERVATION – 2017

Far from Monet’s garden
    with ruptured thought of plain air
the futurist philosophers have tasted
    the poison mushroom
...

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“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart...

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Darkened clouds--in cobalt blue morning sky 

A terror of tears-- in reigning happy smiles

A loving heart's bold acclaim--grief's its strength

Neighborhood of vibrant mind--a colony of...

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I climbed over trepidation
poverty's barbed wire night
torn by your prosperity
my one change of clothes
thirsting for a drop of civility
on a deserted desert road
Scorched by hell’s...

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The mistral cold wind blew incessantly wild,
Winding in the streets, its glacial currents in and around
The apartment blocks where all frosted windows
Were tightly secure. ...

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The birds were feasting
on mutilated remains,
maggots oozed,
from the ruptured veins,
as bodies piled high
of casualties with no names,
ripped flesh,
rancid smell,
guts mesh,
and visions right from hell,
the markings...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled...

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I smash the windows for ways to distract from
The cell of shattered saints. A ruptured rhapsody,
Of Wednesdays red with faith.

I crash the night with my...

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I'm breathing like the sun in black horizons,
but internal embers burn in invisible ignorance.

Tired from being constantly raped by life,
I've become ashamed of veiled emotions,
confused...

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