Rebuttals Poems - Poems about Rebuttals

...When the challenge has become the quest The pressure is great to outshine The fear tries to crawl to the surface Again will I fall victim to my ambition The stacks so high In time I have months......Read the rest...

...Written with admiration for Tom Cunningham ~ a gentle poet maligned by one who really casts an aura of darkness My smile is genuine and reaches to my eyes. I do not wear a mask, nor a cloak of......Read the rest...

...Amongst giants, humbled, we become others. Confidently content, no need for rebuttals. Amongst giants, silence, for he is quiet by nature. Similarities are subtle, for we have the same maker. ......Read the rest...

...If your ego is capacious Or your appetite voracious For a plucky, pertinacious Confidence in cherished creeds, Then your genius, though sagacious, Conjures arguments audacious Never seeing they......Read the rest...

... Rile up the rifling rowdies at the Red River rawhide rally A new Mustang Sally came rip-roaring muscling in from the lower Staten Island end of Stalingrad Treachery forged American mad......Read the rest...

...Obstinate eyes, worn I, dart shadows wished pretend, Spun ‘round by carousel, too quick for lines to bend, See only empty space no shackled dare transcend, Beneath dishonest moon, short innocenc......Read the rest...

...It started off simple enough - a peck on the cheek. (nothing tantalizing by any means) But then she did that delicious something ... that made my whole body weak. And before any could protest......Read the rest...

...Boys do boys BREAKS toys. Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone. Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still. Pushing a go cart up a steep steep hill. Wrestling down......Read the rest...

...In an otherwise uneventuful morning, between the roles we locked eyes, bantering without mincing words, allowing futures, names, and rebuttals to stem from our hearts unmuffled, and ......Read the rest...

...rain falls today as we accept the dark clouds of change puddles of blood reach the eye of the storm once well hidden my galoshes are like internal quicksand at its wits end's peak my u......Read the rest...

...Why, yes, that’s a picture of me there You cannot believe I was once fair Just look at your belly It bounces like jelly It seems you’re now ready to compare At least I have hair you ......Read the rest...

...I’d say something cheesy, like: You light up my life. But, there is no light in these veins. There is only blood; an ever coursing river of things I haven’t read enough about to fully understand. You......Read the rest...

...‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’ Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994) “What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....” Words are a big pile of contradiction—spli......Read the rest...

...AT THE MIDNIGHT POWER As a writer I seek sanctuary in every sentence, sentiment and syllable spoken As a man I possess a soul bought, bastardized and broken These are traits that rate reviews wo......Read the rest...

...This morning came and I arose to open my eyes …. I left little to the imagination; because there you stood to my surprise … Oh how can this be my love; how are you standing right here….? I k......Read the rest...