Best Punk Rock Poems
Interpace In the First Era of Punk RockWhen I was 17
I had a great job
Painting
Little
Desert
Flowers
Roses
On
Assembly line
Plates
Friends
On
The
Line
Taught me to pee on my hands
To
Neutralize
The
Poisons
In the glazes
The plates
Would
Land
On small
Cardboard
Palettes
Every
Night
I
Would
Take some of these
Cardboard palettes
When
I
Went
Home
And
Make
Pissed
On
Art...
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Categories:
punk rock, history
Form:
Free verse
The Only Punk Rock GirlOutnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true....
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Categories:
punk rock, angst, childhood, life, music
Form:
Free verse
The Days of Punk Rock and Street SoundsThere was a day when punk rock was my thing
the rawness and energy of the music
really stirred up within ready to rebel
giving your all the focus that makes you kick
Then every Wednesday night on the local radio
'street sounds' was the name of the game
which played...
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Categories:
punk rock, music, sound, teenage,
Form:
Rhyme
The Death of Rock and Roll- Corporate Sponsored Punk Rock Bands of the FutureJose Cuervo’s Spit Cocktail®
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Ocean Spray’s Sl*t Juice®
Playtex presents Toxic Stockings®
Fortress of Deception® by Hormel
Time-Warner’s Urban Tan®
Flesh Box® by Band-Aid
Drano’s Septic Wish®
Trojan presents Sperm Banquet®
Rotten to the Core® by Apple
Squalor Sux® by Electrolux
Ben and Jerry’s Flemish Cough®
Human Purse® from American Express
Nike’s Toe...
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Categories:
punk rock, allegory, music,
Form:
List
Rock Concert CrowdSilhouettes in fume thump to a doom,
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide,
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,
These thousands of people joined at the hip,
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar...
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Categories:
punk rock, culture, freedom, music, people,
Form:
Quatrain
Patti SmithPatti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty...
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Categories:
punk rock, grief, imagination, music, rude,
Form:
Prose