Best Verge Poems

Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream 
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled...

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Verge of Collapse…

I look around me at friends and enemies
Unable to really tell who is who?
A handshake with one hand
And a back stab with the other
Depending on which will suit their needs...

I fall prey to the theory that all men are good
A fool in the...

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words 
on 
the verge. 
mind on edge 
the clock, not beating 
no ink in the pen, this I dread 
a creation in me I can feel it pushing through
the window will shatter, I will break free, a poem is waiting..I will create soon.

©Holly P. Moore
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Dead
nettle,
cow parsley,
a high rise weed-
feed,
seed-
fulfil
desires of
other's verdant
need...

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Will there be a time when wishes come true,
or the impossible becomes the norm?
And the universe recognizes you
not as the thirsty flower, but the storm!

Your allotted time swiftly disappears;
yesterdays outnumber your tomorrows. 
And having cried over a billion tears,
you tend to drown in a sea...

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Sense spacious silence speak
Prize primal pattern peak


Void vets vibrant vile voice
Cream clumsy changing choice


Toilsome thoughts tunnel time
Meet moist motionless mime


Feel fond fancy flavour
Opt old odd off-odours 


Form fleeting formal face
Glimpse gaudy grinding grace


Face funny faulty fix
Meet most memory mix


Mull mushy momentum 
Treat taut touchy tantrum


Unhinge...

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Have you ever jumped in and out of your skin?
Found yourself on top of a hill with no shade to stand under, the skin around your lips and eyes starts to crack and peel.  Don’t you wish for one moment you could simply have...

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Like a candle that is slowly melting
With the wind its flame is flickering
Its light is fading as it regress
As its wick becomes less and less

They say a man who’s on the edge
Will grab a knife, blood on its blade
When in doubt and you hesitate
Do what...

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Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting...

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Rare talent,born in Kinross
His early death,poetry's loss;
To God he gave all his praise,
Famed now for his verse paraphrase,
A legacy on which we all may gaze.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Bruce...

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On the Verge 

Every hand is pocket bound,
eyes lifted from the TV’s hallowed glow.
Breath is released in a low sigh; 
worming, squirming, squat.

Thrust out of bounds in tandem,
nothing is done alone.
You’re seen, you’re sought, you’re it,
maybe you need a pill?

Vomit is on the upswing,
visual stimulation...

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I never had to think twice about my intentions

For the first time ever, i found something i wanted

Something i felt needed to belong to me

Ever since the encounter with you, things' been different

I've changed dramatically, i've become more sensitive

A million thoughts, a million dreams flash...

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poor pity solider
Eager to loose his horrific sight
Though his hope is sweating blood to seek the light
Light that helps him fight, light that kept him tight inside
The light that provides him the moon sight
With his kin at his side.

As candle lit in the sky
White foam...

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VERGE
Though we live to die
We crave to have
Where the lilies go blind.

The evil tales of glory and pain
Such legends ahead couldn't blame.
We cry to laugh
Where earth shoots unfair.

All thousands might fall
We belive there's more
As far legends cries
Erupt no blame on mankind
Where heroes don't regret.

Sometimes it...

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A storm, a mind
brought to snow globe capacity with dust to shake
glittering, glittering 'till it falls
and settles too gently
Never satisfied with objects which let you look
but not touch their innards
I always sought to pry such things open
Now, your mind, this twirl of blown explosion
to be...

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