Best Unshackle Poems

Dear Poets: A Sonnet Call to Arms

The law we fought so hard against has passed.
They say our poems we cannot write again.
We must rebel. Absurdity can’t last!
How dare they rob us of the right to pen
those thoughts and feelings we’re compelled to write.
We’ll meet in...

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When Rhyme was a crime:


I send all my kites in metaphorical rhyme,
So the screws can't decipher them in time.

I hang low compared to all the other inmates,
Passing my time until I walk through the gates.

Guilty as charged for being a lowly old poet,
Serving five to...

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Who are you to put restrictions on me?
I will not let you control my muse
She may roam free as she pleases
Even if that means soaring to the moon
or swimming across the atlantic ocean
She will not be silenced or bound
Do what you must because there's no
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Nothing is worse than badly rhyming verse
Or poems so obscure that no one can read
Sadly, after investigating some dreadful examples
Writing poetry is now banned - the police have decreed!

So writing poetry is now illegal
I’m bereft I’ll just sit down and cry
If I can’t dip my...

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The scene was set the moment we met as he guarded my
heart with verses of pleasure-
I’ll never forget the irrational threat banning poetry
beyond comprehensive measure. 
Freedom bells rang and little birdies sang to the tune
he wrote like the whisper on an eagle-
But when injustice came...

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Most truest and natural expression of feelings
is by art and for me its poetry.
I paint my feelings with the colors of words,
on the canvas of heart.Poetry gives me the freedom,
the wings to fly anywhere.
It's a soulful song which soothes the mind.
It's my solace,which comforts me...

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Wordplay Beats Ban Adverse

In 2184 the thought-police declared war
On embellishment, feeling and emotion in literature and articles in any form.
Succinct 'plain English' was the name of their game.
Google's Knowledge Graph spewed out the answers to all possible questions, no if's and but's nor wherefore's.
All literature...

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Poetry widow.


I was looking around rummaging,

then I found some poison in a draw,

thought that could be damaging,

wonder what she'd want that for?

suddenly noticed something weird,

a rope with a noose, hanging from the ceiling,

I expect Just a joke,nothing to be feared,

except a book how to kill...

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Unshackle my verse: The People V. Poetry

The judge says, 
“Will the defendant please rise”
Intently, I stare into his eyes, 
was once the apple, but now despised. 

“Poetry, you have been charged with multiple counts of loitering in minds, 
Assault with a deadly weapon penning words...

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Poets Hanging from a Poet Tree

Poetry in motion is perilous a dangerous pastime a thing of the anachronistic 
past in the global villainous village in which minds are colonised for the greater 
comforting good of synchrony when all are equal at speechless lack of words

It...

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UNSHACKLE MY VERSE

                Prohibition on Poetry

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The End Is Near

My existence is under absolute rule of a dictator regime,
I have grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical, overbearing man;
(and family)
he has built huge walls,
   cutting us off from the world- no one leaves;
     ...

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--A sentence to die for--

The air slices sharply 
through a frigid migraine 
with the putrid smell of bleach. 
Shivering awake 
with a ghastly chill 
a soundless room stretches; 
without even the chattering of teeth. 
Wires twine with metal in bone 
scraping intensity into pain 
with...

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Perhaps I’ll write some more

The judge he threw the book at me
for something I did write
I do not know what that could be,
I drank a bit last night

I know I had a pen in hand
and my heart she did break
He hollered, “Spit it out young...

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