Best Slink Poems

I will not dim my light so you can shine
I will not still my voice so you can scream
I will not quench my blaze so...

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Do you know what it is like to be an untouchable?
To be so filthy and disgusting
That people shrink away from you
Do you know how it...

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Anxiety, Anxiety-
you creep, you lurk, you worry me
Mangy monster under my bed
on all my fears you must be fed
and when I try to starve you...

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Oh, Loch Ness monster, there you are,
from depths below to surface came...
and Nessie you are called by name.

'Neath eerie moon that glows afar
and thunder clouds...

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A teal twilight inks cobalt silhouettes
while shining stars unveil their twinkling lights.
And shadows slink forth, melding with the night,
as a setting sun feigns a scarlet...

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From life you chose to disappear
Yielding to waves that lured you in 
Never knowing what could have been

Each day I'm haunted by grim fear
Anguished by...

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The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's"...

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1.  "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  E.E. Cummings

You gave to me...

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The Dawn


The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates
Chasing darkness back behind his gates
Where, displaced, he will a while reside
Forced to retreat before the crimson tide
That creeps...

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Freed from my mind
I escape it
I end time
I think it
I think nothing of it
I believe in you
I believe in the American Dream
I think of it
I...

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Your pace of life is just sublime
When blessed with seasons, wet and warm
With foliage and fungi, you mark your time
A gastropod; a handsome form
As your...

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I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire

Done many things in my short...

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Forced to Face the Mirror

I kneel before my master and rub my cheek upon his thigh;
I know what comes next; I won't allow myself to...

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Powder puff clouds drift in dark dusky sky
Obscuring the moonbeams way up high
Murky shadows dance upon the street
Unnerving passers-by as they meet

Skeletal winter branches wave...

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We warrior poets
calligraphy ride boldly into the foggy fray
Our ancient, iron-will pens
are always getting battle-tested
time and time again     by cloudy blot...

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