Best Shred Poems

She sat alone
Against jagged stones
Carving her misery into them
Watching the blood, red and worn
Retell her sorry tale

The ocean waves crashed at her feet
As if trying to warn her
As if trying to tell her something
"He isn't there anymore"

But she won't heed the angry voices
Nor will she...

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A shred of hope.

Zeus gave her epithimis.
She was the first woman and she had a box that she could not open,
but one day she could not keep up and opened the lid.

All the world's disease was spread over the earth, illness, old age, suffering.
Pandora got...

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Shred of Truth

If you were me instead
And a life of sin had led
You took one more swig
Then an idiot became big
Of truth did not find a shred.

Jim Ho Ho Horn...

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Thats what we are seeing.' Its going to take rank and file
Disclosure..Or maybe a recording to be found in a boot
Sale i'd hazzard' to get (a grain of fresh disclosure) from
The locked up case? Of the island predator.' Strange how
Much time this luggage has done...

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Catnip and claws are
A lethal combination.
Shredding carpets and 
converting furniture to
Your own private garbage dump....

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•˜ Shred ˜•



To you I gave my heart
No matter how dark your tale
Always I remained for you
Nothing did I hold back
Forever would I have been true
Exactly why you did what you did
Never will I know
Never will I forget
You have shredded my heart
But I know now...

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While rummaging thru papers to shred...

Earlier this November fourth
two thousand and nineteen
your truly long in the tooth 
(er...in dentured) wordsmith
rifled thru miscellaneous papers to shred
unwittingly chancing upon

report cards enlightening me,
academic, emotional, social...
characteristics, née significant
figurative "red flags,"
(no not signifying me being blacklisted
re: guarding Communism taking root)

rather...

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Shred Then Spread

First must shred the bed,
Then on it clean linen spread,
Like my wife had said.
(Unless for years has been dead.)

Jim Horn...

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Why I Will Always Be Alone



emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with potent fire, aflame with thought another intracranial aneurysm; ganglion carbuncle inflamed headache tonight lying down before taking...

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Everyday I used to wake up and need weed, 
and I mean agonizingly ache tensing as I seek
consuming my mind, just one goal to achieve 
nothing but this everyday on repeat 

once I succeed I'd chain smoke until I sleep 
wake up in the morning...

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Just as importantly, my legs have turned to mush.
I might notify an emergency before the crash. 

I told my wife I was upset; she said, "You become old." 
You're acting alike a usual mother with a cold.


Written: November 16, 2021


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Fireflies are the sun's cremains
as it sinks beneath a bed of sunflowers,
your intimate shadow dissolving
in the mosaic of patterned disks,
lifted away -in shreds- by the wind....

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He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze,  
A spell-bound master in a midnight haze.  
Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise,  
Echoes twisting through spectral skies.  

From covens deep and forests old,  
He forged a sound both fierce and bold. ...

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Intro
Out past the corner store, where the ice cream truck fears to roll,
Lies a block with more rhythm than a washing machine on spin cycle,
Where the cats wear sunglasses at midnight,
And every pothole’s got a story to tell.
Tonight, I tune my axe—rusty strings, missing a...

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