Best Wreak Poems

Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me

Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the...

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Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother...

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The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it...

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When ‘He’ decides to destroy one and all
I’ll spend my last day in this old snooker hall
My cue in one hand and a beer in...

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(THE GHOST)

In the naked eye,
Pure death approaches!

Incredibly hollow, kick the bucket long ago
No, whiff nor smell when “THE GHOST” is around
Abuses the whiteness, in which...

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If I were a fly, I would take my place
In the halls of Congress where haste makes waste
     I’d buzz the...

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(not to take too seriously; I think I am immune 
to my "enemies" by now!)

How near to us are foes we can’t resist
when cells, like...

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I no longer love country music
Or Afton, Wyoming just to be the girl
In someone's non-existent dreams
Indulging in a glass of wine
Isn't a thinking session of
Second...

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* Many years now since this very talented, very HUMAN guy left us … those holes never fill, and he is sorely missed. (This is...

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I live in North East Florida 
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" once held court...

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Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange,...

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"We have more ability than willpower, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible". Francois de La Rochefoucauld


A...

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Oh let's do something crazy
Let's go moonbathing at night
and we can knock on doorbells
and then have a rainball fight

Or let's go on a rampage
of destruction...

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I shall go weary with a fight, 
Into that strange and ever night, 
Across the bounds of thistle-thorns, 
To dance a jig neath golden horns;...

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The time of growth and change is done and past.
From thaw to frost activity prevailed, 
And change came often, often coming fast, 
Till finalizing Fall...

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