Best Unequipped Poems

Everyone's a Winner

They told me I was remarkable
and now it's plain to see
There is nothing extraordinary
about simple little me

All the ribbons I have hanging
Upon the shelf so high
They said I was a winner
all I had to do was try

It wasn't about competition
Every child was told...

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A musky, burnt haze sears slowly into my nostrils.  
The twilight hour pulses steadily, bathing stark walls in an eerie gloom.  
Too awake to drift to sleep, yet too tired to drag my bones off this sinking mattress.  
Thoughts cyclone like a...

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"Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting." Robert Frost 


 
"Bees Under Milk Wood : A Spell"



Spider Web glistens wet 
in the spoilt lies of a new moon
Milkwood’s just another street 
Black Cat spreads it’s...

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Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
   turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
       our voyage's end seems to be on the brink,
         ...

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The Dark Obsession - for contest



Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for  violence and ruthless...

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Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze, 
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.

I saw the moon in your eyes,
And knew;
You smile in the way that islands do,
And the...

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Stranger by day, best friend by night,
Overwhelmed by conversation, loss of breath by your sight,
You slipped through my barricade smoother than any criminal,
We kept everything under wrap all flirtations were subliminal,

The love we had was dangerous, but never ceased to expand,
No matter what the risk,...

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Keep digging trenches,
Enemy bodies piled in ditches, 
No intuition for this is no heaven vision,
Where is God in wars religion, 
Indecision, nervous flinches, Napalm bombs on all divisions, 
Stoic mission, missiles hissing, 
Men in anguish hate to listen, 
Crosshairs within and cowards prisoned, 
Reapers laughing...

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Sometimes it is tough
When you walk in the light
Along brightened pathways
Summer sun warming your face
When you know 
Your friend is sad
In a dark place
Guilt overwhelms you
How can you be so happy
Strolling along

You call out to your friend
Come walk with me
The path is not too narrow
I...

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untended urgency
        unequipped for service
                        ungirded for battle
       ...

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The hunt begins, the sovereign had spoken,
We search for every man weak and broken.
It doesn’t matter what and why we destroy,
The order has been given by the viceroy.
We pillage and burn everything to the ground,
The bishop said: Take all, including each hound.

In peace we be,...

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I walked without her through a tentacled forest. Skulls broke beneath butters. A scarlet-and-gold clad Legionnaire, unequipped for darkness, richer than Deutsch chocolate. A lance bogged in moist marsh. Stripped bare and skull dragged, I broke free, into the forest. I walked there, without her....

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Sifting through the rubble of my past
Lingering along the wayside
Hoping for a passerby to answer questions why
Before long night falls
Unprepared for the darkened journey home.

Alone, wandering upon the path less taken
If only I had a photograph to keep me company
Afraid, I know not where my...

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Beneath the stretched-out, nocturnal firmament, thoughts overwhelm my being,
Questions unassuaged by answers, echo of the void,
About forests of the future, trees with waiting roots,
About children from untold dreams, with smiles that cannot be found.
Those books with pages lamenting for the ink's caress,
How they remain closed...

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