Best Grunge Poems

Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
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Your making me walk on broken bones,
I’m breathing through punctured lungs
put me to the tight rope time to cross,
off you go, this is the grunge,
of...

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Some say
 they were pure white trash
 and the rich took a glancing pass
 as we walked the streets bared a....
But not one of us...

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Autumn is at once symbolic of plenty, ripening, harvest, and abundance; and, at the same time, a symbol of letting go, decay, decline, old age,...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure...

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Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited
and the future appears hospitable,
everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride
for on an expedition...

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To forgive is like taking a plunge into a nightmare. Its worse to hold a grunge but I  may find a temporary solution to...

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Mounted on his noble steed,
   No taller than the tallest weed.

Prepared and ready for the plunge,
   Protected from any type of...

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"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
  For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
  Time is drawing near, as...

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If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?

If we are speaking...

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Washday at the Zoo

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Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every...

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There once was this babe from Seattle
who'd get wild when bands squared to battle.
Absorbed like a sponge,
she redefined grunge
with each rocker she chose to straddle....

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O Grunge Princess, I know today your love
brims over, idle, for the rebel boy
like weed you keep, unsmoked, sitting among
your secrets in a box; the...

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I wouldn't want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.

I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own...

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