Brutal Poems - Poems about Brutal

At our junior school in Yorkshire. I had turned up late for class three times So our strict class teacher, called Miss Howarth Sent me to the head mistress to be strapped. Miss Kershaw then gave me six of the best. I started crying from the stinging pain. Miss told me that if I don’t stop crying She then would give me...

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Brutal trench battle I am only 18, a young yearning lad In battle I killed a man today, bashful does that make me lawfully bad Now living day to day, guilt-ridden and far from being gay Over the trench, not one hurried soul will less haphazardly reach a finish line I wish it were me to just jadedly enjoy my...

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Trying to catch a catfish Can't catch a single one Something to grab a stone And poke it in the head At last, I catch one....

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Once, I wish to feel dead, to be cold and brutal, To walk away and never touch words again, To erase every trace of my existence. The more I yearn for love, heart, and soul, The deeper the fear of living with its curses, So once, I wish to feel dead, to be cold and brutal, To erase the lines of...

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I live in a world of brutal ice and cold Despite the temperature being five below... these fingered handy limbs awash with profuse sweat dripping palms analogous to a bloody busted gushing water main. Mein kampf analogous to a self made prisoner who cannot escape being terrorized and tortured within invisible hermetically sealed walls of air tight prison regularly hunted down courtesy malevolent daemons blood curdling deathly silent...

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That time when Jesus walked among men has long passed, only faint images remain; and the curious crowds followed Him everywhere: they heard a wisdom from the mouth of dare! Herod was a savage: the king of Jerusalem; too jealous he was of the humble Messiah who taught miserable men the beautiful truth: the holiest man that ever lived was Abraham! Christ paved...

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I saddened to see the merciless scene daily, ...

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My mirror tells the brutal truth, a woeful tale of vanished youth Where one eye squints and one eye shines and broken dreams are long dark lines. Emotionless and coldly callous Honesty without spite or malice Shamelessly silent yet telling all Reflecting the writing on the wall. An image appearing all too clear Becomes too telling, too austere Once colorful hues seen on display Have...

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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffs Where cacti and mescals dare to abide! Here and there, dozens of petroglyphs Decorating the canyon may be espied. In large nesting circles neatly drawn In evaporating wisps and bold squares In a sun to give thanks for every dawn In little...

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How many Friends Have You Now? How many friends have you now? How many write you everyday Say they are sorry and their nation will pay? How many have apologised? How many have realised? How their relatives have taken part? Shot your countryman in the heart? Raped your women and tortured your men? How many are distressed? How many digress and never mention The killing brought...

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I’m stumbling through a clouded forest …. While lying silently in my bed Fighting for every ounce of courage - trying to clear my head There are many questions I ask myself - Before walking out the door In order to be assured - I’ll make it home once more Should I continue...

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New poem.. Rage On... Go ahead set me up to be your fall guy Go ahead groom that person and make it right There is no strategy no secret keeping that doesnt give off the truth Nothing will set you free until you find yourself Find yourself,yourself The target of your paper genius The strand of hope that life wont leave you...

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Is this the end of all hope? I feel the ruin of man draw near, I must raise my sword, my family lifts it with me, my wife is there beside me, my children watch in silence. I must live through this day, for their sakes and mine, Fell deeds await. My humanity slips away, the soldiers fall around me, I hear naught but silence, an empty...

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August sizzled our eyebrows off this year However, our barbeque places were in full gear We ate our ribs, and yelled Kansas City Chiefs! From the outside, however, there was no relief. The weather has been brutal, the heat stifling and mean. It's the worst August this hotspot has ever seen!...

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I-nvisible R-isk E-mploys N-asty E-pidemic's B-rutal O-utbreak L-etting I-ts V-irus A-pply R-abidity Topic: Birthday of Irene Bolivar (May 18) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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