Best Slitted Poems

jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York

The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the...

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missed you...
leaving scracthing
my heart for so long
mising you is
drugging my brain
even though we dont
get together often
knowing that you are
with me
is warming inside of
me for long
i understand newly.
your absence,
get out of being a
stucked pain into my
heart
(appeared) as a
continually
emptiness
begining to the
mornings with
caressing you
in the evenings
putting everything
aside
but talking...

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Daily Poetry #71, April 9, 2017
Word: Onomatopoeia

With one whiff, I smell that it's undesirable,
And with a taste, it's completely rotten. 
Cla-clang, cla-clang, the bell rings out again,
And I something I had said is forgotten.

Crack! Snap! What could have echoed this time?
Tell me what you think,...

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As I was driving on the dirt road country,
I saw ectothermic, amniotes vertebrate
covered in scales, 
black feline cross the road with an unhurried,
 sidewinding.

As it passed, 
hissing and raising the upper portion
of the bodies to stand erect,
and it’s great, creamy, black-slitted globes,
were caught in the...

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1888 the year of terror and fear
throats slitted open from ear to ear

JACK THE RIPPER  preying on the road
He 's spooky and wears a black coat

In the evenings his skills paint red lace
so good at his job,he kills as he plays

In Croaky Moors hiding...

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Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward, looking frightened
Pants slip off, skin tightened
“They don’t even smell yet…”
They...

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Behind closed doors
and red exits
we must all come
with our teeth gritted
our eyes slitted

Before yellow bushes
and maple desks
we have all been
to face the tormentor
to see the enchanter

Sacred hope
you who lies buried
beyond the oleander tree
arise and guide us
to the final path

Amen...

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Dare I shed this skin, and heart and bone
neath this hollow shell, where the ecstasy of life
though death dwells,
a season for all time;
they pass as sand through the hourglass,
dripping down to melted months,
I feel as the slitted urn,
eased to deathly mirth

Be I that fain patron...

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SUPER EAGLES SINKS SOUTHIES
 
Eagle Ekong earthened the egregious encounter,
Edging Eagles emphatically into the lead thereafter,
As he slot from the Southies spot.
The target is to score which is paramount.4

The roar from the stance serenaded our headset.
Osimhen oozes class & pass into the net
But the middle...

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The restricted heart 
                    shrinks bitter and remote, 
punishes the spinal watchtower 
with ghosts of tunnel vision. 

Keyhole surgery in a dreamy eye, 
  ...

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a thought
a phrase
enlighten our every desires
success that fades into danger
the thoughts of temptation kneeping at our backs
sucudial depressions that start with hidden pressure
no help
just the blood that pours from slitted wrist
can we think?
think without our bodies
a soul with a heart
kind and helpful 
a heart of...

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THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION

This one time I know I was  caught below the belt
No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best
My last chilling and coin now I've lost to the bet
Without the rain tonight my blood will...

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"For someone's joy is often someone else's despair" by Poet X


Excited children grin and cheer to see the snow;
a winter wonderland indeed for them to play -
their parents are not quite as pleased to see it though
(but memories of joy remain from yesterday).

As creatures hibernate...

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Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes in arms,
  blended, mixed in sweat and fear, every...

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  "The painter stood before the canvas."  

 With each dab of paint from passionate fingers
With each dancing stroke of beautiful ochres
And bright greens and reds and gentle yellows
A master's masterpiece unfolds and mellows. 

  3. . .  

 Sky blues...

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