Slaying Poems - Poems about Slaying

Two halves from the middle each end joins the past Memory’s essence the moment recast Each second or hour lost victims of fate Time off the table — not early or late (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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Slaying dragons I sat in my den, trying to compose a poem which is not easy for a pretender a scream from the living room, she heard something in the kitchen and sent me there to slay the dragon I found a tiny mouse, knocking over  an empty plastic bottle of water I picked up the mouse it was surpassingly supine, sniffed at my hand,...

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See the little man that could Bravely ever there he stood Enduring every little scar To battle giants near and far Not using either axe or sword The danger he was heading toward Was met by those that he'd oppose Wielding but his words of prose Relentlessly they would attack So deft of tongue he held them back Unable to deter his aim Defeated bowed their...

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Long days gone hazy Maybe due to my crazy I see deep into my mind Where nobody else will find A place of memories gone so wild Some are of me as a child For these memories I don't care Back then life was not so fair Memories are the ghosts of the past None of them days went very fast Time does not heal These...

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In my daughter’s world, fraught with danger, Sharks swim at the deep end of the community swimming pool, Long-clawed demons roam the hallways after dusk, Sea lions emerge from wooded trails to snatch young girls, And deadly dragons soar over highways. In my world, fraught with danger, Kids crack their skulls on cement and drown in a local swimming pool, Rapists...

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The Lay of Slaying the Denial Dragon Denial breathed from his two lips, Words in phrase from fingertips, Inner mirrored image not sheen, Reflections of changing not seen, Remove a love or just replace, Scarred but bury without a trace....

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I have a paper due Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like A cancerous growth of my mind Stress increased, end of the year rush I can’t seem to think Under-pressure of my very own imperfections, I’m so hard on myself sometimes it hurts But you know that, Papi While I recline on...

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