Best Clog Up Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed and he lied and they think that he cheated
While she...

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No pushing or breaking of water
It was a c-section that brought her
But this is about
What wouldn’t come out
A poop just as big as my daughter!

Perhaps it was pain medication
To clog up and cause constipation
Nurse said I must show
They won’t let me go
Till poop- there it...

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Boys don't cry,
I felt my soul collapse and concave into a black hole located in the epicentre of my white heart. 
They never told us that when you let pain nibble on your sanity you lose yourself to the gluttony of pain. 
They never told us that...

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Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee, 
standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee.
Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff,
a thickly thatched head, and like that wasn’t enough,
for it grew on his hands, and his ankles and feet,
bird nest like brows, it also...

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The mighty oak tree sits near
Orange and red leaves
Looking like it is on fire
They clog up the eaves
Beautiful to see
Sight unlike any around
In awe completely

Russell Sivey

Form Seguidilla...

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They’ve found a body in my back yard. I
imagine what a dead house would look 
like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic 
sandstone hiccupping fossils and family 
feuds. Terrace houses would ripple rumour
and rife gossip from one mirrored house to the
next, those prison bars on...

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Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars 

Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if we live in mangers as bores

Wildly lashing oceans marked the...

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A bunch of paparazzi came into town, with new toys, and an added crew.
Yes, we were now to meet the technological ages, latest break through!
We were suddenly swarmed by drones, that they very aggressively flew!
Nowhere was safe from those crazy things, even Dragon’s butt! EWW!

Now...

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Sickness and tragedy

are not punishment

but facts of life

viruses attack

wars kill 

tumours grow

leukemia strikes

blood vessels clog up, burst

the innocent are killed by

drugged and drunk drivers

psychotic people act out dreams

that only make sense to them

in a parallel reality

alcohol distorts

ends in abuse

children are killed

by playing with guns

drown in...

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"garbage in, garbage out...sometimes you gotta clean out the mental closet"_ quote by poet



junk
in the attic 
of the mind,
lingering on;
gradually 
gathering dust.
cumbersome junk 
of tossed aside woes
piling up;
steadily
ballooning
into a big pile 
of tainted white elephants
that clog up 
my thought process.
occasional practice 
of mindfulness
is my way
of...

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Inquisitive, needy, desperate
That's me
Always mewling at your doorstep
Follow closely at your heels
So
You could never once think of leaving
Me behind
I disgust myself

It's too late to shake me 
Now;
You've already fed me
Though I'm ashamed, I never hesitate
To beg you still for more
I'm
Famished otherwise, and even then,
I've drawn...

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Intertwined in everything and nothing. Apart forever and never apart. Always reaching, never meeting. Intertwined in nothing and everything. 
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I twist and turn rising higher. 
I’m forced into destruction and anger. 
I want to dance with the wind. 
But my flames are pushed this way...

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I grew up on a farm and  we never had an alarm clock
we had an old rooster and every morning he would wake my dad
three hundred  sixty five days a year
He never said  I think  I will sleep in today and...

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I dig a spur of the moment
into the feral flanks of a rocking horse.
I belong to the stars
and the wide-open anywhere.
My heart belongs to Molly Maguire 
a colleen from the low bog country.

No wait, this is a dream sequence
brewed to overflow at 3 in the...

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A poet dreams, a poet writes
Words of passion, mostly unlike,
Like a rhythm nation, they rock in time
Coming from strange but gifted minds

Like a blank canvas that opens up so many feelings and thoughts
 Writing words that will affect other people’s hearts,
Dreams filled with hopes and...

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