Best Indie Poems


Indie Anna Jones


Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes 
really cut to the chase

Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase

She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down

Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude, 
soaring pioneer spirit     air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones'  outback boots 
love kicking the salty sea dogs around

Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere,  fingertip touch

Self-reliant souls   are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush

Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site 
to soul carbon date

So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate

Indie-Rock Music

What's so great about listening to a lot of indie-rock music is when I'm around a huge
crowd. And if I were in an indie-rock band then I'd be touring around the United States
and all of Canada, especially Toronto. It's a mixture of modern rock music, classic rock
music, and Canadian rock music. When I listen to some indie-rock music, it's like I'm at a
mini concert at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, California. It's also as if I were to
have been featured on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe" on Teen-Nick (formally The-N). Not
only am I an Alexz Johnson fan, I'm also a fan of Skye Sweetnam and Fefe Dobson.
Indie-rock music is so rad, so cool, so amazing, it's like going to a skate park on a
Saturday afternoon, especially for a lot of skateboarders. I think that everybody could
get use to listening to a lot of indie-rock music. And with a lot of indie-rock music and
bands and stuff, this should be great.

Indie

He said "she writes with broken pens"
He thinks his cartridge died so he's looking for the end
She typed 'I love you' but she never did press send
She's ready to give up, and she's looking for the end


Indie Love Dance

Indie Love Dance
 
With the rippling wave and rustling ruffle of my skirt,
I lustfully stare at your ripped shirt as I move through the humid air.
Each rhythmic thrust to the indie music I make away from you hurts,
With the fast shake of my hips towards you brings many stares.
 
It's the erotic mideastern belly dance of love.
The clanging of the brass symbols on my fingers,
hypnotizes you with a hungry smile on your lips.
 
When our sweaty bodies slide together we fit like a glove
Our body chemistry is so hot it makes you stiffen.

Indie arena

Broken,  
Dostoevsky's Idiot,  
Scene with Pinocchio,  
Hands and nose on dial of clock,  
Mechanical toy,  
Time is up,  
Heart knock,  
The blocks,  
A toxic fog,  
Like polonium and novichok,  
Specters of scorpions and frogs,  
London, Moscow, Lyon, Porto,  
The show,  
He is, for some, the antidote,  
On arena in white cloth,  
Born,  
Human now,  
By vineyard's blood,  
The tree of the cross,  
Freedom for puppets gobbled,  
"CHVRCHES" group indie synth-pop,  
Tuning fork,  
For worthy communion,  
Seven virtues like notes,  
Cyrano de Bergerac nosy,  
Only for the fire fox  
With network,  
Gladiator, red dragon,  
Fall on the town,  
Ask gobble the good Word,  
Island foggy, dangerous,  
Eve, teen, on auction of phantoms,  
No ones, they make a puppet, toy, function,  
Not, not, stop,  
Else the wall of sand and stones don't stop the ocean,  
Storm of albatross,  
Waves in the form of dinosaurs,  
Ark from wood of Sherwood forest,  
Humans who cover only may float,  
In green, blue, and yellow,  
Natural bow with arrows,  
Pinocchio transformed,  
In outlaw,  
And outlaw - in the voice of the Dove,  
Against albatross and his owls,  
Among comers,  
Dance of John Precursor in mother's womb,  
On Virgin's voice from bosom,  
The choice of God Love,  
On cordial strings for pure joy,  
Threads of human tissues, fabric purified by the blood of the Lamb,  
Eye of the needle gives the vision of glory,  
The newcomer on the noble road,  
Gears became asters and halos,  
Blind cat and fox cannot see even by touch, like Herod and Iscariot,  
Two cheeks only, the single crucifixion,  
In hell almost - the Hope of Thomas the apostle,  
Winter, fall, autumn, October,  
Yellow became golden,  
From paradise taken alive onyx,  
Outside Herodias's daughter,  
Fig tree with only leaves cloned,  
In exterior court,  
Without a heart, desolation of abomination in this woman,  
Totalitarian fashion of this world,  
Desert and wilderness with topless evil passions,  
In war.

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