Best Scabbed Poems

Like a herd of cattle, placed on a ship.
Upon my back, I felt their whip!
Ripping into my flesh, excruciating pain.
Forced across the big water on...

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The golden sun of yesterday
played out in fields of gold 
inside the tarping memory of father, handling LIFE   
the joyful whistles that he...

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A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t...

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They say to worship to get back into church
That all I need do is fall to my knees and repent
Then all this personal pain he...

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Dare ye!  Dare ye!


Dare ye unlock the tomb
release the musty words of fear
unleash the vitriol of anger
upon the rusted lockset

Freedom does not free one
from...

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Perfect love is perfection,
it is rare,
if such love exists at all
it must thrive beyond boundaries of my own experience
either receiving,
or giving.

Could this perfection of synergetic...

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Born for awareness,
the mind spins stagnant
while thoughts
remain hidden 
with scabbed over pain.
The soul weeps
in darkness.


Janet L Vick
Free Verse...

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T’was yesterday
dipping toes in the water,
telling tales by the campfire,
eager to walk the trails and unafraid
tasting life...

T’was yesterday
spent chasing dreams
as storms overwhelmed the future.
The painted...

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The air on board was foul and putrid.

Chained together at the ankle in

coffles, evil dragged me and others

with scabbed lips on board.

Humiliated under the sun,...

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Wales 980 BC, Sierra Leone, Congo,Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines 

Chapped scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
stars glow radiant light,...

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Who’s on top? 
Really, 
You didn’t know that it’s a contest?
After all,
There can only be one 
Poet Laureate can’t there?
Both’s fingernails are bleeding,
Both’s knees are...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up...

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Scarlet woman rides the Beast,
whose star ariseth in the east;
thou wilt make a man thy feast.
Smeared with lies, thy pan is greased;
that first is most...

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the blood is pounding in my ears,
The sounds of the cafeteria are utterly drowned out.
Her round, pink lips, mouthing obscenities at me
As her fists rain...

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Scrawny Kid
Part one

Do you remember that Scrawny kid?
What’s his name in Class 4D,
Constantly holding on to himself,
Running out of class, desperate for a pee.
Never had...

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