Best Taint Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the...

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A pretty girl in pleated dress of red,
with collar laced in white beneath her throat
and matching bow upon her small blonde head,
is glancing round the...

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I find myself here
following the night
       did I plunge to the depths
become reborn -
     ...

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4 White Horses called to me
from across their field on that 1 day
They called my mind to come and see
their everyday scene so...overlooked

The gazes were...

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I really have outdone myself this time!
My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place!
I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme,
Or stop for a red light...

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In sun-scorched dunes, beside a weathered sentinel, 
a glint ensnared his weary gaze.
A tarnished lamp / grazed / its secrets unknown / 
a genie unbound,...

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a dizain

Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen...

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The snowflakes, white and pure, they ballet in
       Like newborn thoughts that surface from within,
we would be wise to...

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TRUTH/TRICK???
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Soft and Swelling
Sound to the ear
But is it a sound
Worthwhile to hear

A smoothe melody 
Soothing the mind
But does its lyrics
Taint or refine

A sweet lullaby
To put...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored...

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Affection's eyes beseech one glimpse of thee,
To dream upon at midnight's slumbering
Forbid, O' God, as woeful absence grows
Whereon thy summer's sleep comes plagued of snow...

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Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know...

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A coffee bar with orange paint --
   Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
  ...

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This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from...

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THE LONGEST DAWN PART 3 H.C.SONNETS

There is nothing, everything, pain and joy
We can’t go back, struggle on for their sakes 
A blank sheet to fill,...

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