Best Shambled Poems

I found you. 

From the floorboards, to the trunk, to the stairs, to my table, you shambled. Howling and bleeding. 


God, I had wanted so badly to recognize you.
To have some common ground with someone, even if it was just a ghost.

But, here we are.

You,
some...

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Smoking Hot

Once upon a time there was a little girl
She carried a chipped edged bowl in her hand
Charity had been generous to her riding years
Gifts were ripped, unwanted and unsized clothes
Grandma loved her Red Riding Hood in any wear
She named her so for her cheeks...

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There was a bongoman, and he dreaming
Where the rock hovered above the blue sea
Looked through the white mist of a dew drenched morning
And clenched tight his memory of history
Black as midnight: showed me shining like day
Black Starliners, and his tears melted away. 

Walk softly let...

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Tootle Lou met the gang at the McDonalds by the sea,
She shambled in with pants too big and stains for all to see.
We chewed and swallowed but never tasted,
Brain receptors craving stuff that Tootle Lou had wasted.

A carnal exchange that blew on a dime;
For that,...

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I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn       
I fell apart like dessert moon; 

The scent that once perfumed my reign 
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the...

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There is us and them, but we must learn
Who is us and who is them ... whose blood is on the floor?
Whose illusions like shambled mansions burn?
No lack of compassion here makes the suffering of the poor,
Nor closed the factory doors. None can sell
The houses...

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I sit on a couch
In the room
In the house
In the hood

And there's heisje:
Fixing my bike
Sending money to random sites
She's one to like

A nieghbour to a sami so shambled
Living with webs all dangled
Liking the garden outside and inside
Of a woman she lives next to thats got...

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27th&28th march 2012 by: Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian)
 Sunlight brightens the ruins a white,
The devastated & shambled walls speak to me and tell me all nite.
 i merge into the walls as though i am a part of them
and now i whisper to myself about her and this...

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After breaking his heart,
His love turned into hate,
All that is left is her scent,
He let go of her sweetheart,
Though it's so hard to forget,
A love story came to naught.

Trembling with alot of fear,
While playing truth or dare,
Dreams vanished into thin air,
And left a trail of...

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Unleash your reign to only I, truth be wary of accost,
Many tyrants ripple kindly, though chilled I enflame the frost,
High Thronehood, I shatter thou, endorse the Chain of fallen veins, 
Gentle godhood now to falter, weep not for me, but for my blood, 
O’ wisdom...

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In the hushed forest a deathly silence prevailed
there was a ram shackled hut in the clearing
Three men stood in chains waiting their fate
with a bright flash the witchdoctor appeared

Cavernous of face and skeleton like body
he was a gruesome sight in his tattered rags
banging his villainous...

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THE BRIDIE PRICE OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY
Quietly her love fathomed
The glittering incisor,
A puissant one unravished,
An aesthete affirmed.
Wide in comb of friend
A pilot stood aghast
In rapt marvel of a portrait.
With no joy of dislike he lust:
“I cheer a bride that loves my name;
Such that beckons cheerio...

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Under warmth of bearers quilt,
safe and sound in cave of red,
calmed tenderness and touched in silence,
they hang on, awaiting without a clue,
for that twilight to bless lids open.
As the clock ticks and pain rings,
they arrive in their sonorous tunes,
exchanged around in gleeful arms,
blessed aside for...

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she woke me—
	I sprawled, numb, eyeing her ass
		sashay off to pee
then I sort of felt crass,
I mean, what was her name?

that’s when bells tolled
church herding its fold,
	well, they can have that fake shame,
		that organized ruse.

me?  I live as I please
like last night with this...

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The black curls, oh the resemblance to the night

clings to her forehead, distraught,

like the spider's web shambled,

crooked,   rubbing the forehead like the harsh waters 

rubbing the grey stone, by the riverside.

Polishing it maybe, intriguing,

forlorn tales hit back, yet again

saying the clandestine, monotonous, words,

one by one, the...

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