Acrid Poems - Poems about Acrid

...Lock ruby ridden doors for roach ridden floors bleed without grace Roused rounded wounds throughout nightly escapes And gaping fields of endless escapades And gaping seas my moses blade has wrenc......

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...I remember the grief in Samuel when Saul failed, like the grief in Nile when blood crept into it — just like it creeps into the bones of this earth. The rage in grief is distant but distinct,......

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... The Will-o’-the-Wisp never stays still. It ignites a dare, tempting the watchers to chase its glow. Its tongues of flame don’t just flicker— they sear deep into the minds of those, who dare ......

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...BY THE STREETLAMP Poem written for SENSE OF TASTE POETRY CONTEST, Nette Onclaud, Sponsor July 28, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ she hunkers by the streetlam......

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...From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day Kisses my eyes, information startles me. Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth, Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of Bot......

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... 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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