Best Vent Poems

within my mind like stringless mimes
reside the voices of discontent
discussing in their troubled tones
the conundrum of implied intent

“I’ll say this”, and “he’ll say that”
“she’ll do thus”, and “I’ll do so”
no invites to cerebral tea
 for conversations of “me with me”

for all the puppets in my...

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VENT

Those 4 letters hold the key,
They’re the fundamental difference between you and me.
For you are not woman,
You are a man.
You try to fix things,
 I throw toys out the pram.
No solution is needed for every problem that's made,
Offer an ear and listen to my mad...

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im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the...

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Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind 
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made us
Shaped into, its true
Take some, its good for you
Trace the steps
Dwell on life, the past, the present
Make well of the...

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I try to get my thoughts out
I try to put it in ink

I try to let the world know
Exactly how I think

Its much harder than I thought
To share your talent and skill

I try to do it for fun
I try to do it for the thrill

Its...

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Le vent danses, Le cœur dort

J'les entends chuchoter dans la nuit
Quand le vent chante, moi j'pleure
Pour tous le beau dommage d'hier
Amants perdus dans leurs rêves
Même père et la mère

Dan ma rue
Il y a seulement un cul du sac
La vie se termine ici
Vos rêves sont en...

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Where are all the women
the moon-eyed lionesses, 
the stampeding herds of udders, vulvas, and horns
that tears the earth and trampled the serpents and scorpions?
Where are the mother bears that rip the ruby bark from the bodies of predators?
Where are all the women
ready to drown bad...

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Having control of your life is 
rare.
Living is hard and dying is bare.
You can be happy or scared.
Me, I don't care.
Life has nothing to spare,
But people fighting, drinking, 
doing drugs , and  people 
wanting to have sex with a 
pair.
I'm wondering if there is 
something...

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The government is a big joke.
Lying to us from their freakin throat.
How can we follow the Shepard when the government is killing the goats?
You will see the picture when the wind clears the smoke.
How can we trust a government that has a lot of different...

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Do life make you vent. I mean, working your but off and still can barely pay your rent? 

Well, when life presents events that's harder than cement and you relent because you can't make a dent. 
Maybe you need to repent, as your life becomes...

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I use to go to church listening to Trip Lee, Tedashii , and Lecrae.
Now I drive by listening to Kirko Bangz, Drake,and Lil Wayne.
Y'all might think that's insane
But I think it's a good thang.
I don't have to see the best thing happen to me go...

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I stood in awe of Cathedral art
When someone expelled a booming fart
Beneath a candle
Was Mrs. Randall
With the notorious Bro. Ken Hart


(Happy Valentine's Day, Jan!)...

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I can’t breathe
What kind of nightmare is this-
Open wound bleeding-
It’s real 
Destiny’s cruel joke.
Supposed to be
Attempting to rectify 
And testify –
Life is one giant Ferris wheel
One step away from disaster
Just when you think calm after the storm-
You’re hit with the news
And subtly choose-
How to master...

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Blades grate
chunks of cabbage
scattered on the counter like pallid moss.

Choose
a duck,
its flesh dry and red,
and seasoned,
its broken neck
rigid in the stainless noose.
It looks
so good 
in the window,
even better in broth,
on my spoon,
tender
and ready to chew....

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No Weapon form against  us shall prosper  let me share
 A Venting Moment to mind thoughts  to know Knowledge to Knowledge my friends. Are you There? My Narrative  Emotional Steady resting on the soft silk cushions  resting my feet of...

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