Best Gravelly Poems

In a forest grove, where shadows dance,
Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance.
Its twisted branches reach towards the sky,
A source of inspiration, none can...

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I felt our trouble brewing like a raging wind
and I, helpless to escape its stinging wrath.
In long dark corridors where he had sinned
I watched him...

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MELANCHOLY

Why destroy my sunny day with storms,
wipe the smile from my twinkling eyes, dimpled cheeks?

Like bony-fingers pulling me down, into the abyss,
darkening my hair and...

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AntiPoem 2

You know only one thing and that is:
Dying is not on the agenda.

Let us march now inside St. Mary’s,
March reverently through these green repentant...

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Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I...

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I’m tilling to forget that night 
of fire and betrayal.
Turning the soil over, over and over,
over days months eons.

Waiting to be fed when belly
aches with...

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I thought it would be fun to pretend to translate 
a yakuza-enka (gambler folk song) by Shintaro Katsu, 
to be sung with gravelly grave seriousness.

Nobody...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would...

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Freedom aint Freedom, said the gravelly Voice
the beauty of Freedom is that it gives you a Choice
the symbol of Freedom lies in Old Glory
Normandy, Okinawa,...

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The ground gaped garishly, gored with ghastly gouges of glowing, gravelly gobs ...

Finally unfettered from a frigid firmament, flames flung fiery, flaring fingers 
 ...

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Just a little rock
Found in a gravelly stream
It changed history


3/8/16...

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I heard two distinct voices in the night,
Conversing amongst themselves most eagerly
They whispered like children in excitement
Their sardonic mouths sung many savvy tunes
It was Death...

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In his eyes I saw curiosity 
as he crawled towards his mother's warmth, bold
In his eyes I saw confusion
As she turned her back to him,...

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Hope is the only thing that keeps me alive
Every day I push myself to strive 
Lord thank you, just these two words describe how I’m...

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Under the wind 
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds 
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes 
as fast as he can;


breath reeks of nicotine...

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