Best Slime Poems

October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In...

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In a pond beside a meadow
Where the slime and algae gurgle
Dwells a lonely Plobawobby
Lurking deep in murky waters.
There in sludgy weedication
All day long alone he...

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written on time’s page
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Steps in -
What din!

Rat squeaks 
Floor creaks

Let loose,
Ghost boos

Blood Pool -
Bats drool!

Strobe lights,
Snake bites

Suspense -
Live Fence!

Zombie -
Crombie*

Cat's eyes -
On mice

Closed space,
Lined face

Blue slime,
Red grime

Skulls stare...

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He said, "Hey old man, what you doing in there
Living in a cardboard box
Why don't you come out of your hole
Throw that bottle away and...

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I encountered her on a dark stormy night
Her huge trout like lips were a scary sight
Strands of white spittle formed on angry lips
huge folds of...

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Baron Von Frankenstein sent me, an invitation to the ball
To be held on Hallows Eve, at his castle in the great hall
I had nothing planned...

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My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
 ...

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Is this just a curse that follows me around?
For I’m only five years old, three feet off the ground,
Playing inside or out, I get the...

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Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume.

Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink...

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I have been untrue
To myself and to my heart
I waited for the questions to answer themselves
I waited for the possible to become probable
I cowered down...

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Monsters Fear Me

The evil hand of Darkland stayed my play
punishing innocence in a most cruel way
Deep were the slashes cut into my back
No charm did...

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I do not like your perfect rhyme,
I find it boring all the time.
It wasn't good in Shakespeare's hands,
No rhyming poet understands,
No Keats or Shelly, Byron,...

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War crime trials had come and gone
And Nuremberg became old news
But there were some who would escape
They packed their bags, with no remorse
Changing names, and...

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"The Strange Case of F.T."



They say the dead don’t talk
the stories I have calculated
to deliver a saving grace 
confessional shared amongst 
my equal peers, or...

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