Best Sniped Poems

There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all was not quite as it might've then seemed

Old-fashioned black clothing made her look quite strange
townies deemed her morbid- “dangerous, deranged”
But...

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Hux said,"My mother realized
that I was a being apart,
but if you’re all sure I’m a mistake,
then please, come stab me in the heart.”

To ensure that he drove home his point
he then pulled out his pocket knife,
said,”Back then nobody wanted me,
so by your logic, end my...

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Open eyes to bright sunshine 
This feels like the first day 
Can't imagine what went before
Like a scene from an Ibsen play

The thought of you a lightning bolt
The kind that hits you twice
You are the catalyst demure
Sin pays a heavy price

I'm singing a new song
Euphoric...

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strife riven island corner, rough hewn by rival visitation
  vexed, looking in, looking out, on the edge of places to go
  thrang in thrall of other realms, banners furling, batons flung
  across seaways, shores and seamless land continuing
  beyond the borders...

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As the suicide bomber detonates himself at a roadside check
I wait for my coffee machine's light to turn green and beep
Carnage unfolds after all bits of shrapnel finish their courses
I add my spoonful of local honey to suppress my allergies
One of homeopathic medicine's simplest of...

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Last Halloween was scary
with evil brewing strong
when Peggy planned a party
and things went off all wrong

In tatty robe, her hair awry
she slaved all day with care
her neighborhood to satisfy
with an elegant affair

Fine treats she baked and broiled
and decorated in detail
until her appetite was spoiled
and strength...

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God,
One day, will you tell my why
little babies have to die?
Children starve while mothers cry
Deadly bombs drop from the sky
God, tell me. Tell me why.

God,
Feel the ground about to shake
People buried in the quake
Rescue missions are at stake
Hearts you made weren't meant to break
God, tell...

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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?

By Richard Le Gallienne
(The Passionate Reader to His Poet)

Mama had a purple leather book
Of  Henry Longfellow’s poetry.
She let me read it if I was careful,
And...

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This house belonged to grandfather Rudolph,
though its history goes much further back,
all the way to the eighteen seventies,
when to this vast land Herbert Blake did trek.

It had once been a grand ranch homestead,
centerpiece of sixteen thousand acres,
though now it was but six hundred or so,
sold...

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We fall down, 
spit,
fight
get ready for battle.
Almost like it's mandatory-
oh but that wouldn't be story.
It'd ruin the plans,
lose all the fans,
take a way that unique quality,
of taking pride, giving hope-
hope that lasts, continually holds respect, faith.
But that's already gone.
Deleted, 
erased,
punctured-
to the point it's hiding, ready...

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Sitting at the edge of a bubble
uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity;
counter the  wrangler, one skull in each hand,
of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking
the umbilical cord.

Ostracized, you forge the ariel in arid zone,
burned, one patch on the eye,...

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This vicious cycle invades masses,
Deception overwhelms their human eyes,
Little ones grow up before you know it,
A mothers lies,
Become her cries.

This disease of the mind keeps her raveled inside,
This pretense, in bulk, spins her like a tornado,
A decade goes by,
Now she could die,
While perceiving her current...

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Sitting at the edge of a bubble
uncooled, trying to light an eternal flame of anonymity;
counter the  wrangler, one skull in each hand,
of ancestors, you prepare for the crime of breaking
the umbilical cord.

Ostracized, you forge the ariel in arid zone,
burned, one patch on the eye,...

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...It went up on the internet,
people argued in vain,
some said, “Monster,” some said, “It’s good
that ‘the rich’ know their pain!”
Tyler ignored all the hoopla,
knew nothing would be done,
all cops were bastards, after all,
he had already won.
When nobody came after him
he knew that this was true,
but...

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The wandering clouds, over the Japanese sky
With mirth and joy passing by
Unknown of the upcoming crisis
laugh of folks in merry bliss
The birds chirping, blessing good
never was it prominent and never it would

Soon the clouds turned gloom
detonated there, a very huge mushroom
"It Is WAR" echoed the...

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