Best Scuff Poems

My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many...

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Not this day
No 
My mouth shall not say
The words that linger
Trailing broken syllables 
From memory bay
Without meaning
I cannot form them
Even as I pray
Turning in guttural...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't...

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I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched...

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AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
cocked and bent creases in trousers 
when thugs were gents 
People with attitude women too 
demeanor and outfits...

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All those lies,
The creaking on the stairs
Glazed fixed eyes
Upon scuff marked boots
My abrupt croak,
Droned-out by sudden humming
From the refrigerator
My voice falls,
Pitched to the floor
Like suspended...

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My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood
By the old rusty gate, which silently stood
Absorbing history, making no choice
Passing no judgement, adding no...

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SCARS

Sketched upon the weary landscape
Scuff marks of the cross
Deep and wide

The impressions of a timely death
Tears that flowed from earthborn breast
Pressed upon our Edenic chest

12/6/2017...

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The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum...

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I seize time when funky drummer songs break
into my body robbing feeling of nerves making me fly
off floors with hips bouncing and shoes sweeping soot...

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Rhymes with “Stuff”
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Bluff is a cliff that above land is laid.
Bluffs are charades to win card games played.
Buff...

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Misty eyed and weary over the gallows I blow
daunting a mere string in tow
last school bells rung
but the hallowed halls still call

Scuff marks mark my...

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Who told you to love me
and all my flaws?
Who asked you to
penetrate the thick skin
that confined my cries and
who informed you to
let me know it...

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All these years at home, me and my momma alone
Daddy on the run, headed for the sun, he must of been..
Because I obviously wasn't his...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He...

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