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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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I was only five years old when I witnessed my first tornado.  It chewed through parts of Dallas, Texas, then made its way northeast...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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