Short Goaded Poems

Trump had a gone which was loaded
And after an accident it exploded
He then ran around ram shackled
By other side he had been tackled
Run for President he was goaded.

James Horn...

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useless she goaded 
                  his libido eroded 
                 feeling outmoded 
        two blue pills locked and loaded 
         you beast ~ payload exploded


By
David Kavanagh...

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He lurks amongst his words,
so suddenly it began.

Goaded into submission,
the inks flow dwindled. 

The pen dropped to the floor,
to stumble and fall,
to his will.


© 11 hours ago, Sharon...

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Eyes for only you 
                      Cologne goaded me so much 
            My breath caught each time we touched 
                           Sounds of love galore 
                   Should we ever kiss once more...

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She never had to retract her words
or her ideas
or her behaviors
or her opinions
or her attitudes

because she had been goaded and browbeaten into retracting herself

trained into submission by an expert seclude-her and abuser a long time ago...

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Malevolent demon,
Exploiter of pure malice,
And funny business,

Sif's whorish haircut
Enraged Thor, then soothes gods,
With tripartite gifts,

Goaded Balder's death,
Had perverse shape-shiftier Thokk
More appeasing piques,

Clings Narvi's bowels,
Whilst pains cured by Sigyn's bowl,
Vows evil frequents....

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There was amazing brilliance
in her non-responses.
She walked away quietly
after being goaded four times 
by an especially annoying co-worker.

We glanced at her, in amazement,
most of us readily caught up in this
person’s web, daily.
We were in awe that she
gave no one permission to
irritate or annoy her....

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Love Loses Lustre,
As Age Agrees Acrimoniously;
Life Later Larks Liveryless:
Greying, Goaded,Garbagelike.Gee! God's Gracious Graveyard.
                                      
                                                                  ---- Princefreakasso
                                                                       (Artist and Poet)...

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He fell into evil ways,
bit by bit
he became a poet,
one that goaded,
prodded and annoyed -
naturally,
he was both
beloved and hated.

“The gods made me do it,”
he often declared,
but when he grinned
a serpent’s tongue could be seen
slipping out
from his false teeth.

Secretly he craved the power
to seduce and beguile,
occasionally,
the gods let him have his way,
but not often,
and the devil kept on writing....

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DEATH.

For Time and Death and mortal pain
Give wounds that will not heal again.
                                     Emily Bronte

From the land of the night
The death has spread its wings
Marking eyes cold & lips starved
Hope gone under goaded stray
Sensitive heart being bled grey.

An anchorage in diseased body
Withering like the autumnal plant
Decayed air under cover of mourning
Rusty dust stretching in stifled bay
Inky night spreading shadows of lay....

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