Best Slumping Poems

There is a sombre silence, 
as mist veils morning air.
A plethora of feathers
float among dew drops.
A ceremony of birds,
heads slumping,
soundless and homeless,
perch upon rooftops,
observing fallen...

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The Writer's Book Bag


     When I looked done,
     The bags were all around.
    ...

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Bony knuckles raking gloomy halls
Chambers echoing fate’s footfalls
Slumping shoulders and deathly grins
Recounting on fingers, countless sins
Shuddering, shivering in godless fears
Admonishing my guilt, the end, it...

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Autumn hosts a carnival of color
celebrating the bounty of summer.
But Jack Frost, Autumn's gentlemen caller,
oft dances to a different drummer
endorsing winter as the newcomer.

A phantasmagorical...

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			Naked death


…the barred and sealed cattle wagons
							disgorge
at the Konzentrazionslager
						            the faux pas relief
 ...

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Lets climb up that old tree, 
make the clouds disappear. 
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree, 
make the rain clouds disappear.

Rough wood, and...

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Coffee Addiction

Calibrating coffee homeostasis flows easily back and forth

On the ‘high’-way of instant craze and crave of gratification

'Feodor' true to his name slurps the divine...

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Dad, I remember well the night I grew up. 
I know you remember that night too...
   I know you never forgot this happening:
...

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I catch a fleeting glimpse of her room from the hall,
my back slams lightly against the wall,
slumping listlessly, my anger out of control.
As she lies...

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It burns and it stings.
It hurts.
More than drowning beneath 
the ice.
More than remaining in a 
kindled flame
She hits and I no longer cry.
Why mother, why?...

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partial regression of the thin vertabrae,
   slumping in a vampire support group.

 cheap folding chairs reapolstered
 in victorian velvet.

   styrofoam cups...

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Altarwise-Hum 
Nick Rush 

When it’s late enough to hear locusts love
East of altarwise, humming. 
You can see the somber moon fade away
Sunshines duty coming. 
The...

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This is actually a Shadorma. I wrote it in response to a review of the anthology that was done for research of the brain disorder...

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For Angie



The hallways rotated over and around me, maybe it was that aged smell of antiseptic affecting my equilibrium...
Trying to keep my feet, bracing the...

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Her hands gnarled and knotted
slumping as she walked
some called out when she was spotted
her shout name was Lady Dumpster
as she staggered along, she talked
folks tried...

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