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DirtA Poem by AstroThis was a bit of an exercise in stream of consciousness writing that I do from time to time to get the juices flowing. Felt like a spoken word piece .. |
Spike, Star, Etc.A Poem by Anti PhalanxA poem dedicated to a person who for some reason wants me to use these particular words but gives the freedom to use them in whichever order one chose.. |
The Smelly Swamp MonsterA Poem by BreakdownA silly little poem for children, appealing to their taste for grubbiness. |
The Soul in Their SolesA Poem by Jared Michael SmithA little silly, but based on my true feelings. |
InterbeingA Poem by Lester LeonI allow my bloodto drip on the dirtand I say to myselfI am one with the Earth |
This Old Dirt RoadA Poem by HaydenI wrote this coming out of a dream with no specific meaning, leaving it open to interpretation. |
Dirt ScreamsA Poem by Alfred KukitzMother gets carried away with cleanliness. |
Fall and PluckedA Poem by ThatYoungWriterCheyenneThe girl stands picking the petalsThe petals of the flower fallFall onto the groundFall into the the bottomless pitPit of doom and dangerPit filled wi.. |
Us, the privileged.A Poem by sherniMy first attempt at poetry. Poetry without research of forms. Poetry in motion. |
Mirror-Shard ScarsA Poem by KatDarknessI will not spill all your silicone secrets;The heart of you is Ferrari red andGlistens like collagen,I will tear into myself until there is nothingLef.. |
Six Feet SoftA Poem by Nate FolgerEvery day I slip away,In every way the touch decays,And as I lay beneath the ground,I'll think of you, safe and sound.Your soft skin, your smooth lips.. |
Dad's BarkA Poem by Robert RonnowDad's bark is worse than his verse.When he hits it doesn't really hurt.The dirt outside the house is soil.The mouse inside the house is life.Can't esc.. |
ScarsA Poem by Brody ChildsIf you want to see the scars that make the man,Then come and take my hand,We'll travel away to another land,Through dirt, mud, and sand,In the end it .. |
AloneA Poem by Jessica WeedDo you ever stand on the edge of a group, Not quite involved, and not quite excluded, Feeling like you’re teetering on the top of a mounta.. |
The Way To HellA Poem by StephenThe "World" the harlot, that leads to hell |
EARTHA Poem by Sleeper Note#Three of four pieces that attempt to express an element as a mindset. |
A PINT IN THE MORNINGA Story by Peter RogersonA silly story concerning characters from my novel "Spellbound" (Lulu.com) |