Best Cramped Poems

Villanelle: Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs

Cowered crushed cramped cold in the pit of our stomachs
We drag our ego thrones saddled on stooping lean backs
Fiendish liege Lords’ furnace mouths whiplash at run amoks

None can bear the thought shrunken image left on...

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Eyes open to blackness,
cramped in a box,
sounds of shovels reside outside.

As the mist clears in my mind,
pictures
       of a pole,
              drawing closer
to the grill,
  ...

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