Best Wrenched Poems

Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the...

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I can tell by your face
the clouds intimidate, when weeping,
one look into your soul
tells one how you are keeping.
Oppressive droops the raindrops
wrenched from the saddest...

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Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child...

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I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to...

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“Here lieth baby Rachel
Born 10th Sept 1894 Died 30th Oct 1896”

Marble stone that lays above the head,
white chippings that blanket the body,
flowerless vase that sits...

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Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover...

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The Play Bill falls from my sweaty palm to the floor
September 8, 2001 and I'm still alive; it's a miracle.
Pushing my bifocals back up my...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my...

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you think it's easy
maybe your heart
doesn't bruise as quickly
maybe your mind
is a bastion of confidence
thick skinned indifference
maybe it's easier for you
could be true

As for me?...

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Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for...

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kaisers, kings, emperors fight for territory
  dispensable bodies left in the ground on foreign soil, unreturned
  militarisation of memory and folly
  an...

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26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters...

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Bernadette and Juliet

Alone, alone in her mind
as she sleeps comfortably
now alone permanently
as she drifts away un-noticed

Was it Bernadette or Juliet
that flew away
as the designer was...

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