Best Section Poems

Urgent Surgery, A C-Section in three seconds
Look lady! 
I'm trying to save you and the baby
Nurse Fox prepare the Incision sit
Nurse D please hand me a scalple
To save the Mother
Science says its impossible
And I'll be lucky
To make it out the room alive
Whoosh! They rush past...

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Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so he can runaway, and escape just to celebrate
He'd instigate and penetrate in almost anyway
He had no friends, cause they'd die,...

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Section 2.

This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first...

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I wanted to hangout, 
to be with the cool kids!
There standing together,
leaning against brick walls. 
Holding their cigarettes, 
rotating the filter between thumb and fore finger.
Putting Export A's up to their mouths for an extended drag.
The smoke seemed to surround them in a cloud of...

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In the Sunday paper, I can't wait
To read the section "Real Estate."
From articles that do entail
Descriptions of the homes for sale
To stories of where folks have looked,
I'm riveted and really hooked.

I check the prices, note the taxes,
Find the parks where one relaxes;
Scan the photos for...

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Section Ocho

Sylvia loved her 2 bedroom apartment. 
She finally found a decent place
Well besides the rodents
And the 4 flights she treks 
That dim hallway
Smelling of mold
And tattered souls
Knock, Knock, Knock
She opens the steel door
Resembling a solitary prison cell entryway
INSPECTION TIME
4 men dressed in the finest...

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I divided my tears into section
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: I thread
I remembering the good times we shared
Yesterday, was your birthday
today: it’s my revelation:   I  have taken
another course in my life: unlike the blackbird 
I once encounter 
Who were...

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated...

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Japan's consequences were a little more apparent, and devastating. Japan's once great city of Hiroshima, lay in ruin, a barren wasteland, with its entire population, sixty thousand individuals, perished instantly in one bright and intense flash. The first casualties of nuclear power in the "Atomic...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête flotte sur les épaules
un joyau     ...

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My husband left me yesterday and never said a word;
I asked him to forgive me and this is what I heard.
“I was about to ask you for five dollars, I don’t care about you;
How you feel, what you need and things you are going through.”
The...

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In the year 1945, a few powerful American leaders decided it was alright for them to play God. Taking the initiative to create a weapon of mass destruction, not exceeded still today, or even closely matched. The only thing even remotely close was the Asteroid...

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Bureaucrat's wonderland, admin sensational!
Dealing with legions of forms immigrational
Fill 'em out, print 'em out, copy each copy 
Certify, verify, check it's not sloppy
Ensure that your mug-shots' dimensions abide
By strict regulations, for proof bona fide
Designed to deter and deny the defrauder
Tho' he is from England, not...

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R i V e R
Stabbing my heart of hope with your hurtful lies of abominable hatred…we were higher than the clouds overhead…I can’t put these racing thoughts to bed 
I'll rise like a skyscraper...I won't be weighed down by gravity...
Oh no, not anymore – you...

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Section 8 is a place where one waits for God to come and
take us with Him.  We'd like to think there are more places, 
but there's only one Section 8.  Section 8 means there are 
8 parts in the circle.  This is...

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