Best Scratch Out Poems

I was talkin' with the Lord when He said to me
"Are you okay?  Need some company"?

I told Him that even with all His creatures
I couldn't find one that had my features.

"Well, no need to worry about it." He said
Then he gave me a nightcap,...

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Covered in Clovers



With a green pen I scratch out this holiday cheer,
  as I chug down another pint of Guinness Green Beer.

    Reminiscing with compatriots from our ancestors country of old,
      the unconquerable island surrounded by...

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I travel in time twenty-five years
And see my lover in the passenger seat
Shifting currents gliding us toward
The tangled fates that we must meet

So many reasons why to go 
But I can't see beyond these walls of stone
The oceans between us only grow
And who we are...

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Would you confine me to a granite wall,
Where skies are arid dry and desolate?
Would tones of warmth be frozen when I call,
While desert seas insist that I’m to wait?
For heard my ears were horns and trumpets song,
That beckoned siren’s tune directed near,
With notes beholden lovely...

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Felt kiss so cold wakes me from sleep 
Truth hides but words scratch out the scene
Walk on walk back the path is blocked
All love all laid upon hard floor
I'd be the one to stamp on this
Spiteful response to that cold kiss
I doubt myself it's me...

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POVERTY IN AFRICA
Nzongi N.Mwero
Large population live in slums,
Youth unemployment looms,
Illiteracy looms,
Poor health standards zooms,
In Africa poverty has rooms

A protein starvation diseases on the rise,
Due to a harsh natural environmental and subsistence level,
And semi skilled farming methods,
Many rely mainly on their primitive agriculture to stay alive,
Most...

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A Whistling Girl and a Crowing Hen
 
By Elton Camp
 
 
	“We keep thet big flock o’ chickens fer eggs and meat,” Milas explained to his niece Elvira visiting from the city.  “We git tired of so much pork an’ we don’t have t’...

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I toss some scratch out on the dirt as I sit and watch the chickens peck

A pair of doves float to the ground,
To enjoy the morning treat,
They speak in soft and cooing sounds,
As side by side they eat,
The image is so sweet;

Now the chickadees
swoop down...

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She could smell the scent of the other woman on him.  A sickening             musty, sweet smell.

     She wanted to lunge at him  and snatch out his cheating...

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Untitled poem Something
about hummingbirds
passing for haiku

Sits in a notebook
Pondered but then rejected
Not enough spirit

Is this poetry
A sad echo of nature
with no fulfillment

Scratch out start over
Find the clarity of truth
Or why even try

Metallic feathers
Stop on a spinning dime edge
Then rocket away

One single sun beam
Shines through a...

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I dream about my democratic socialist twin

sitting in that beautiful world

Above din and roar

Where light shines down

And fills entire world

Lovespace

Suffocating hatespace

Reaching into depths of old memories

Using loves brush to Scratch out deeply ingrained hatred

Using loves hand to heal and rescue inner child

Its gonna be ok

Its...

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There are actual people
half woman half man
running mornings and
dream people in movies
half language half light.
Tomorrow is John’s funeral.

		*			*			*

This is my minute
my moment
Oops, gone!

Anything can happen
if you don’t resist
Resist!

		*			*			*

But who am I? You think bullets won’t
kill? I’m the guy they put before a
wall and shoot then...

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Our silent cries, can never be heard.
My iron eyes, make our love so absurd.
Emptiness has darkened my sight, I no longer care.
Will you give your life tonight, will you make things fair?
Was I the winner, in your little game?
Am I the sinner, forced to hide...

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She thinks she is all that my sister and I said.
She was blonde and magnificent. We wished her dead.
She came over to see us and she was funny and kind.
Scratch out those mean thoughts; please never mind.

She became our best friend, and the boys were...

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No enlightened poet am I proclaimed,
Rhyming high-flown philosophies in poesy,

(Instead, I only scratch out my words
In verses of winds and scents of spring--

Of the shades of the light crowning wintertime clouds,
Sing the grace of the wings in a homecoming sky.)

For I am no more a...

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