Butchered Poems - Poems about Butchered

...The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave. My hands shake, a sign. The bed unmade, Mother’s throne. My cheeks lift, freedom. The jougs bite, a bit looser. My talons reach for it, Clic......

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......Finally Gobayth came to a devastated mountainside, the trees and soil stripped away, slaves cutting out blocks of great size. They led him to a wooden hut where several gold coins were exchan......

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... A bedroom door that never locked, Footsteps heavy like thunderclocks, Mother's wine glass, cracked and red, Words that bruised more than fists ever did. A closet full of whispered screams, A......

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... All these medals will never revive the souls that were reaped. Ceremonious honors shimmer, but the blood of martyrs has dried. No tribute can console the mothers whose hearts are crushed by the d......

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...From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds unto their souls, they are afraid of the outside world, a......

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...THIS WAS BASICALLY ORCHESTRATED BY CIRO GARGANO IDEA MAKING DONALD PELLEGREN BELIEVE HE AND I WERE PARENTS AFTER A BREIF ENCOUNTER WITH HITMAN PELLEGREN HE BECAME OBSESSED WITH FATHERING A CHILD WITH......

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... “She spoke to me; expressing desire to rid of her being soon. In her possession lay a bottle of ibuprofen and a dozen sharp razors too. That three slits down her butchered arms is all it really......

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...KERATIN is extracted from cows hooves to make to make foam for fire extinguishers. ............................................ They butchered the shank to make disks to serve with beef cheek......

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... “Oh, not in my town,” you doth so loudly protest. But I tell you, they are even in your governments! The first sign is~ suppression of your free speech. We let them, outlaw words, while leader......

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...In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn, The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises. The cr......

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...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......

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...Colour my soul black, Tonight with your hatred, Colour my rose black, Tonight with your fate! You were the rainbow, I looked up to You were the light; the hope I clinged to! Colour my d......

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... Night after night, images flicker on the tube Horrific images of ‘the enemy’ dying Dying ‘Agent-Orange’ deaths ~ Seems America can do no right… Night after night, im......

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...Mother did not bake apple pies, but she drank strong cider, which baked her brains. Dad had a sharp tongue, he picked his teeth with its forked tip. We were a one child family, there was a......

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...April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and fil......

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