Acrid Poems - Poems about Acrid

... The fire was an obvious choice of landscape art for the painter to accentuate the effect between moonlight and smoke filled sky so dark. A canvas illuminating the power of vivid red hot to stark. ......

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...Row by row the nettles grow And circles do surround Hairy stems the prison wires And jagged leaves their barbs. Cry out, forsaken sinner Your voice shall not be heard We listen to the wind s......

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...(Begin: There is no beginning.) (O' my--not again--you should not have started.) The quill burrows. No--splinters. No--fractures. No--was nev......

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... ~California Exodus~ No, I do not seek your agreement! After living in California, I find a predicament. It feels like I have a brain filled with acrid cement! ......

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...Quote "Dont play with fire - It doesn't play fair" This has been attributed to a song by the Rolling Stones. It started with burning embers, Prometheus, the fire god casts an evil spell. Then ......

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... 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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...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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