Best Verbatim Poems

There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has...

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Dramatic prose for the pompous asses
I throw my Platos at you
If you come any closer
I will Socrates you right in the nose
Demands, demands!!!! The clowns...

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There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When...

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so ...
demanding
she told me to stop
to stop 'thinking like a poet' ...
but what the hell did that mean?!?
she added unto, thusly -
'stop creating Tolkein worlds'...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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You pretend I'm Adam
lying "Eve"
My love songs all yours
you believe
Stalked me on Soup
until I went away
I'm hurt by the news 
you're back today

Changed your name...

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'Twas a timeless and starless era of dense obscurity.
But there! a self-perpetuating luminary--the deity:
Being of old, the first around.
No one knows his age... those numbers...

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The heat of your verbatim lashes at my hide
Red heat surfaces with the morning light
Serenades of moans and breathless catcalls
Inhuman indecent oblivious to the voyeurs...

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They tell me to express myself with words so foreign that I question myself.

Verbatim. Diction. Syllabic expression.

Please explain to me, a kid from the projects,...

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Ho, ho, ho! 

There is this well written article, the link which I gladly give down below,
It is a most beautifully written anecdote of a...

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~ Just  Be  Thankful  ~
( Linked )


~O~


 Just be thankful
 J
 Thankful for all
 U
 All that you have
 S
 Have in...

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… where ignorance is bliss,  / ‘Tis folly to be wise.

Informed about the choices—
the mainstay o’ adulthood—
we often smother voices;
in good stead they have...

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Truth,in today's world,is a vexing word,
by what standard does the superior inferior discern?
is the notion,preconcieved,absurd,
or is it unjust,because of what we learn...

Convenient truth is subjective...

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A poem, like death-was 
unpredictable. You wait for it, 
it does not come.

Then you drag a corpse 
on stones to find its home 
which never...

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I turn back pages of memories,
I see the faces of mom and thee,
She plays the uke and its melodies,
Both sing along, harmoniously,

Shakespeare knew of thee,...

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