Best Sickened Poems

The country is painted red
By the hand that seals our fate
The pain requires of a poet a sad poem
The hope of the supplicants
Is sickened by the festering ulcer of infamy
The absence of civility
Nourishes the greed
That thins our pride
Our lungs are spent
From straining to be heard
Above...

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The gypsy moth’s nest 
clung like cotton candy, spun sugar;
wet and weighty to the pendulous boughs,
of white birch and maple
a deadly adornment shrouding the forest
in an air of decay.

A miasma of atmosphere
Muffled the morn;
dampening the resolve
mystifying the mundane
multiplying the cloying scent
of fallen leafs;
solidifying the webs...

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My own poetry makes me sick
i crindge away from the words
the smells that it brings flooding into my nose
the tatse it brings to fill my mouth
bitter acid
i shut my eyes from the memories that flash
the dark my eye lids create just adding to the reality...

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So you decided to take the one person i had in this life didnt ,matter what i did,
She was my everything,she gave me alife and brought me up , since i was a kid, 
     As I sat by her side...

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