Acrid Poems - Poems about Acrid

... She smoked She smoked, my mother did, a LOT! I never liked it. To me she looked like of those “molls” in detective magazines, later on television, cigarette dangling from the corner ......

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... Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish *********************** In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure a harmonic blend of ......

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...Looking back at the photograph, I touch the worn edges, sagaciousness of the past, the cold, places forgotten. I feel the spring’s warmth, fall’s emptiness, summer days left behind. I smel......

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...no cowboys in stock on this side, but acrid fishermen provide marine lifelines, hamlets sustain. Spineless seas they ride, shark's terrain. pre-dawn cowboys of Waves arise early ......

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...Dark education’s scent,  Burning flesh, moral combustion,  Ashes suffuse the air.......

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... My head feels like it's being squeezed in a vise. Eardrums must have blown out from the explosion since I hear absolutely nothing, not even my own breath. Slowly rising to my feet I survey the dama......

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...Was it the kiss of the July morning sun, That lit your face with so much glow, Or the possibility of a meal in an unwary dove, That lifted the glaring muzzle of my silent gun, By the stream’s wat......

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...A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem I ran out of time to post my lines. So, as I compose I hold my nose. Acrid alliteratives, malodorous odes, musty ......

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...I see a clearing It's big enough to land in The grass is short No rocks or bumps It's all clear for landing My heart beats in panic Tears of sweat run down my face Fear grips my body In exp......

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...Prelude to what….. I see you, / you / yes, come into my…… laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging. where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought and savage syntax shatter li......

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... A random road wanders across the desert as voluminous clouds chase the rising sun nary a sound can be heard, save for the whipping wind and clicks of insects. The yawning horizon stretches ......

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...The air, thick with the promise of the coming downpour, held a peculiar aura. Not the sharp, acrid tang of the approaching storm, but a subtle, almost ethereal perfume. A dampness, a coolness, ......

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...act i: walk down the strip, the neon lights casting a gaudy glow on the fray. i meet my dealer, a facilitator of welcome distraction, and we exchange nods. i take a bump, and the rush is immediate. ......

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...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......

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...Swaying branches spy as secret spooks in canopy’s dungeon Creepers knitted around trunks like ornamented bead chains Suspended pillar roots appear as the matted hair of Lord Shiva. Hoarse noises ......

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