Best Smug Poems

Soft is the pillow beneath my head
as dread sweeps over the world
Haunting dreams with chilling screams
shrill as a lonely wind

Crisp and cool is the linen...

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Feeling smug about its certainty,
night anticipates the day's demise.
And as scattered shades of gray gather,
blue finds sanctuary in your eyes.

As crimson flames melt a stained-glass...

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Sitting in a cloak of black conservatism:

I feel my hands,
oily on the desk like shortening in
slate gray cookie pans,
the speedway inside forcing the absence of...

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What smug pseudomorph 
inhabits my reflection,

adroitly mimicking my 
every manner and expression,

mercilessly mocking me 
with flawless simulation?
 
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive...

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I would have settled for a smirk,
for a quirk of smug lips
and that trademark dimple
that still makes me crazy.

I would have been happy
with a transient...

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PRAY THAT SOON WILL COME BETTER DAYS

Soldiers on patrol- 
drones on radio control…
They gain ground…as walls come crumbling down

Fire streaks through the night- 
embers burn...

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They taunt me one then the other
Push me—hurt pride—scattered books
Crying?   Go cry to your mother
laughing with smug contemptuous looks

Dark musty locker room, stripping...

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(I just edited this to include the word "rhyme" within the poem, if that was needed)

378 days of bliss; then for no rhyme or reason...

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Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief

In the gnashing of teeth rests 
a curse hurled at infinity
with its smug cannons of false piety
and impudent...

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Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury...

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Standing at the plate there is no doubt
The pitcher is determined to strike me out
He squints to see the catcher's glove
Then spins and swings his...

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Does not the pen yield its ink unto the bare page,
For expressionism to spill forward expelling inspirations
Liberal curve, it’s the power of freedom of speech...

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You claim
I'm black,
my thoughts
off track!
You're smug;
No hug
for me
who's shunned,
but here's
the thing:
Baa baa
black sheep
baa baa
white sheep!
The sounds
we make
are just
the same,
so bring
me back
safe in
God's fold.
White sheep
Black sheep:
one...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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