Best Wretch Poems

Today I feel the pull
of gravity
on the depth of my depravity
There within that cavity 
resides my anxiety
It seeps out of my porosity 
feeding the insanity

I...

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FALLING FROM THE HEIGHTS

Who knew the road would fill with gravel’s pain?
My feet, sore bare, beneath the calloused peat.
The sun beat hard, no friend the...

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Write !


Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid...

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The cruelest of all villains lives on Mount Crumpit
for when it comes to Christmas, he says, "Dump it!"
He keeps trying to "Pooh pooh" that sacred...

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I have no spirit.
I have no soul.
I am nothing more than a terrible troll.
I’ll never see Heaven,
And this is my Hell,
To be shunned by all...

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The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be...

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Judgment

When I shall be the old man here,
Forgot by time, uncountable by year,
When I shall wish to pass the living brink,
At You I shall devote...

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My racing heart through silence seeps
a pitter-pattered tempo keeps
while all the world about me sleeps
so quietly in the night.

I sense a ghastly ghoul creep
a lurid...

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I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.

No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred...

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"The Wretched Prince"

You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
It seems

Because I treated 
You so bad,
Destroying everything
We had

And if I could
Just...

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A gathering of whispers travel from breath to breath,
much like trains picking up chattering gossips along its 
route. With breath held, they stand and wait...

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41.
        Resist I Must

Pride is hubris run amok
To rot the soul within.
It rises from the depths of hell...
The...

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A potter’s wheel
I spin upon,
Removing endless, 
Saddened wrongs.

Who am I God?
What do You see,
Within the plan
You made for me?

Forsake it not,
This searching mind,
That quests to...

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A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
  Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
  To a pillow of tears never dried.

Sidney...

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(Sir Frederick Treves, Victorian surgeon, has the
following claims to our respect: (1) he discovered
and cared for Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man":
(2) He followed the route...

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