Best Trigger Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can you tell me...?
I halt. I turn...

Cold earth. Colder blade dimpling...

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There is a bloom of October
born of autumn's mauve harvest sweat,
her roots reach into the reason of passion
her skin smells of love's honest heat
and her wings whip the crave alive in crimson wind,
she is a sphinx of intellectual seduction and the lioness of Libra law,
from...

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Standing upon the roof top,
watching her brothers walk to school,
Rekha reminisces about her playground,
full of childhood innocent smiles.

A sole kite decorated in orange and red,
floats in the morning breeze,
Rekha feels her soul tug at her heart strings -
yearning for such freedom to roam.

A martyr to...

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When you pulled the trigger
you came to me and tried to love me
ask my forgiveness,
it made me cry, it was so cold
I shook with your suffering
I drew you in the afterlife
alone and crying with gods light
asking you to come
Your remorse, 
your shame, a mistake,
you had...

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I'm thinking I have a disease
Despair has gripped me by my feet
Dragged me down to the cold floor
And used me until I couldn't take it anymore

I found a cure to eternal life
Slower and longer than a rusty knife
But it hits me just the same
Cauterized with...

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A
white death
in the snow-
an avalanche
war

Austro-Italian Alpine War 1916-1918...

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The memories pull her down,
Like the undertow. 
Drowning.
Suffocating.
She tries to fight it, 
But it’s of no use.
She feels dirty, fat, victimized, defiled,
Extorted, broken, and ugly.
She can feel their hands on her
The unwelcome touches and gestures.
She feels small, defenseless, vulnerable, violated. 
Their taunts, threats, lies, and...

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“Pull the Trigger”

Waking up from dreams that seemed like reality
Tormenting my brain with thoughts of trigger actions
Fantasy land is a place for laughter and peaceful serenity
Reality has no happiness for painful reminders shake me with open eyes

Fields of wild flowers consume my peaceful dreams
Birds singing...

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I got like a million reasons to keep it going. Because I’m determined dad.
I’m always be inside of my bag.
Trying to give my son what I never had.
And I admit that I fell off to battle all of my demons. 
Call me Sorin. I’m a...

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Every struggle in my path 
And the horrible aftermath
 How much longer can I stay true
 I can't hep feel like im loosing you 
Temptation is everywhere I face
 I dont know how much more I can take 
sometimes it'd be easier if they pulled...

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Will the people ever ball-
at the right of their figures?

And let cock be the trigger?

At the sign of the savior?

With the women in blazes?

True signs come and go,
it is amazing...

People heap hype at the sight of the mic,
at freight night-
and at soccer fields European wide.

But...

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Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting

one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.

Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling...

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Oh how, I cry, disdain toward the word,
that gaslights sanity and truth defy.
When hapless, hopeless person, undeterred,
begs ask the question, of the victim, why?

Does thou holdest thee in purest contempt,
whilst quick, to grant, my aggressor pardon?
Lest I, in whom, no violence breathes, attempt,
to find, just...

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What is pure
Is everything shes stored,
In wait of her hero;
She waits evermore.

Why does it seem the voice
Of this Hero is never quite strong enough??

They come and 
They slash.
They cut 
She bleeds.
Dried up
Shes done-
No love
They leave. 

A new waterfall forms
But its not beautiful, no,
Nothing to adore
When...

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I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill.

I left the comfort of my bed
on an early Saturday Fall morning
to enter the unknown - a nearby forest 
so that I could hunt with my father.

The canopy...

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