Best Leaching Poems

Poetry tears ..
Crystalline ants march down my face
Like little soldiers they line up in formation
communicating with their feelers
words drip drip drip onto the page
Leaching out
Spreading a message…
Are you paying attention to what they say
As they splash from the puddles of my mind
They run run run...

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I appreciate knowing nothing
    trying to let the weight of the world
 rest
somewhere out of sight
    viewable only through a glass tube
  or a scientific device operated with skill

     alongside this
   I...

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The ooze keeps flowing; bleeding, the earth cries,
"Someone help!! Stop the leaching; stop the black death!!"
Cover the wounds of greed, cover the sickness.
Help the innocent lives, being destroyed by this flow.
Pulsing, life of the USA, our heartbeat is weakening with each gallon lost.
Who will revive...

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Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)


He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies...

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The lights have fallen
to nightbreak.
There, on the sharp horizon.
Cracked open.
Leaching
pastel peach...
(Or is it apricot?)
...into the dimming blue.

The moon,
two stars -
aligned,
in a line.

Three drops of rain;
frozen in their falling.
An overnight shower,
lasting longer than it did...

By the tiny grace
of an unseen spider;
her webwork
holding these three,
three pieces of...

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Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...

A soul's place is through the void, to be preserved forever in...

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I don’t have a blueprint,
just this smudged version
of what she would look like, 
an impression in a shop windowpane,
just as the light catches her in mid-thought.

To recreate, I must fillet an idea until 
it is just a pulse, a blood surge,
a milky image of smoke;
I...

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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:

thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures survive on thy seeds
winter hoards feed many
fruit of thy life.

Regal...

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By Laura Dee Battle
November 15, 2014

When I held your hand
Did you ever understand?
Could it be the way our stars align?
I prooved to be a flawed design

Did it show in my blue eyes?
I could have been the perfect bride
Never thought it'd be that way
I would've had...

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I think that I shall have a drink 
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for. 

Giving, taking, making, breaking 
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching 
blood sucking beggars with outstretched...

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"The Impersonator"
Discovered on karaoke night 
A few friends gave him a dare
To imitate the star he thought most of 
For a hundred bucks if he cared

He got up on stage and sang with a whimper
It was his first time under pressure
To the boos and the...

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**Clerihew**

Paula Sinner

Here comes Paula Sinner
quick, hide all of the liquor!
Broke, leaching without a job
yet and still she is a snob!


Jared Pickett
5/23/2014
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At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,
Whistling passed steepled roofs,
Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees
Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm
From the sweltering heat of the day before;
Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds
Leaching westward from the eastern sky,
Inky streams clawing their...

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Tormented by writers block
I stare for hours at the clock
Leaching tears, I feel so blue
My missing muse - where are you?

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee in toto as sample
doggone freelance gargon
sublime red rover - misaligned...

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