Best Mutilating Poems

Beauty and the Beast

In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint  
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to...

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The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted, 
we swooned...

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Barbed wire seems a 'thorny' subject on which to opine,
But there arose a need for such for people and beasts to confine!
Cowpokes cussed as they...

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The spring of healing has its own anthem, 
It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time, 
Glaring upon the moving...

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They gave our children mind altering
poisonous drugs to eat,
and we said thank you.
They gave our children excessive violence
and sadistic sex films to see,
and we said...

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Shift gears, shift gears, excite our spiritual peers, 
they’ve lived for years… observing our generations of tears, 
 
for Love’s sake from the limitations...

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Female lips that don’t belong on me
Can anybody sense those colors are not mine?
I cry in blue, red , yellow twirls
just mutilating  body that...

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“What are we when we are not...?”

MAN:     A malevolent master making mountains of a mindless mass...
     ...

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When we were babes all we needed was a smile
Along with a hug that would last us a while
A mother’s aroma coming toward us with...

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I was around fourteen when the charms of girls began to beckon,
And I was about fifteen when I had my first date, I would reckon.
'Way...

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Welcome To The 21st. Century
 (by Joan Donnelly Ellis October 22 2015)

Have you ever felt separated from society,
 Through no known fault of your own,
...

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HE walks slowly
along the engorged path
of midnight madness.
Spilling crude pain
each crippling step 
of the way.
With angular eyes
a fertile grim heart and
an infinitely defective 
MIND...HE
quietly steals...

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The season approaches,
Speeding toward us on arctic zephyrs,
but the coldness is more than air
it seeps under the skin
where loneliness begins.

Is there any other day
where solitude's...

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My guitar strings in the moonlight should be something beautiful,

but the cold liquid white just makes everything harsher.

–not soft like snow, but deceptively fine –

Light...

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As I am here surrounded by the Numbness
of tree trunks -  still and nameless in the breeze -
A Willow weeping  crystals of uncertain
Bombarding...

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