Best Yanking Poems

She is searching for the son taken  from her arms 
 simply because she was believed to be a child herself.
She was unable to stand up to her parents’ wishes -
those GOD fearing upright Christians whose pride mattered      ...

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Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were etched
by happenstance??
not even CLOSE, sweetheart
I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one
and somewhere along the way
I learned, (quite painfully, mind), to not
believe...

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As Marion trod the old familiar path
leading to the river of her childhood,
she viewed the willow tree across the river
and recalled with clarity
the event that changed her life 
half a century ago - that memory
which for all her adult life
she‘d managed to suppress . ....

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Poems are just about everywhere
If you keep an open mind
So many things can prompt a verse
Just seek and ye shall find

Sometimes everyday happenings
Inspire you to sit and write
A robin frantically yanking on a worm
A kid wobbly riding a bike

A construction worker in a hard hat
Two...

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Making him your one and only
After his unfilled promises.
Yanking out those treasures of love
Brought out from closet cornices,
Even though he's your turtle dove....

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oh there is this voice in my head that echoes
sometimes whispering venomous, poison insults
and at times screaming negativity... grasping my heart
twisting my spirit to tatters and ruin
a parrot mimic, chattering in the dark corridors 
of my mind, hiding in all my inner private spaces
plucking and...

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It’s surreal,
that in-between where, 
life stares down death.

One minute you’re facing eternity; 
the next the realization that 
you’re not in control.

In that reality,
life seems insignificant,
like dust escaping in
the winds to another time.

Yes, surreal transformation
only it’s reality, 
yanking you back to mortality.

Still, you know one day...

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Possessed by animalistic lust
In a realm of fantasies
Sexualized beauties hands creep across their lover's skull
Every breath stolen from seductive rose lips
Bowing down in devotion, engaging in cunnilingus
Enticing demoness stripping from their panties and stockings
Released from their garterbelts and fishnets
Masochist chained, wiped, and ball-gagged
Anilingus stimulation before...

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Judging our tensile strength

As she furiously reams 

Nibbling away at our armor

Undeterred by wishes or dreams

Alternately pushing and pulling

Rending our world with her blast

Yanking us apart at the seams...

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Three o’clock in the afternoon: 
the sun should have been 
scorching the asphalts 
and the shingles on roofs, but 

spurts of red electric spark
ran across the sky.  Blackness 
smothered any hint of light. 
Molten earth spewed out 
from the gates of hell. The ground...

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The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs
from a sky that is often sullen,
the Flat Head Indians say the sky cries...

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The Sound of Distant Ankle Bells


Memories of those delicate tinkling bells,
casually fastened around calloused feet,

take hold of my waking moments,

and fling my thoughts back to a distant time,
where folk-songs were heartily sung,
joyful, yet hopelessly out of rhyme.


I barely saw her, a construction labourer perhaps,
hauling bricks,...

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In loving memory of Silly

The ominous clouds brew, icy darkness looms,
Evil cackle flashes sparks of its menacing fangs,
Sinking them deep into my soft yellow downy,
Yanking me apart, leaving me naked and lonely.

I shiver, tremble and chatter.
Mama, mama, where have you been?
I look at my nest...

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We arrived, it was 7 a.m. 
Then I was just a small girl
I still don't know why it made her angry 
I will never know why 
She bashed my head into the sink
After undoing my braids 

My head was flooded into icy cold water
My body...

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