Best Slumps Poems

Some just can't understand. And they never will. They've never been trapped in the infernal abyss. But I've been there. I've languished in the pit, felt the darkness seep through every pore of my flesh, been denied the light. Depression plays tricks with your mind,...

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The house slumps against overgrown yards
Where gardens wilt against the ground,
Begging for sleep beneath gray skies.
Vines move through weeds 
Like brittle fingers,
Reaching toward a sagging door 
Where paint peels like weathered skin, 
Curling in agony against the grain.
Once vibrant, now fading
Like all doorways to yesterday.

This...

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Thankless job, I think watching
as Thurman tries to teach the young man

The lad sitting up
on the tractor
like a proud young pup
is full of piss and vinegar
half the time not listening
and half the time telling Thurman
how much he already knows...

As Thurman patiently slumps
his still-sturdy but ungainly...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush my cheeks.
Staying stalwart in meditation,
cones crinkling as puffs roll them
gently...

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"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina  


The sun thaws in a kaleidoscope of hues,
of crimson, yellow, and blue flows.
As the sun slumps into direct view,
Sited off the coast, back to repose

Sparkling shades pervade the sky,
tributes...

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I see the shadow on the wall,
my breath catches and hope falls.
He has found me I do despair,
The Axeman is standing there.

Hiding in the house all day,
waiting for the return of his prey.
In the pantry watching through the door,
night is all he waits for.

Silently he...

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Her crimson heart blanches,
   broken, her soul aches
never to numb her loss.

When songbirds silently retreat
to tallest treetops, shaken
she lights her solitary restlessness.
On the windowsill, it flickers and flirts
with dusk's sifted air.

Constant burning, I could never imagine this
insatiable, impatient yearning -
for one candle to...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his penchant for 
  Wanton destruction!
   If he...

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I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest 
a week of conflict now victory blessed 
standing united to silence a pest

Since the last time you heard from me I was banned again
ran my mouth and pen and stand...

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A dagger to the heart.
Warmred oozes down his chest.
He slumps.
No pain, pleasure instead,
His heart now a hollow shell,
He is man.
Capable of Love or Hate,
He chooses neither.
The embodiment of devil may care.
This is how the devil died and I was born....

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Unquotable quotes: Tale-Carriers, Gossip-Mongers, Courrier-Pigeon Caretakers, Smoke-Signal Puffers and Tom-Tom Thumpers – XXVI

Could there be such things as political shenanigans or inter-continental warfares, even catastrophes, natural disasters, tsunamis, irruptions, conflagrations, inundations, landslides, typhoons, tornadoes, hurricanes, plagues, pestilence, famines, accidents, police brutality, paedophilia, fratricide, patricide, racism,...

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Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul

Ron sat in the dark alley with urined soaked pants
muttering in a drunken stupor one of his many rants
Facial scars told of falls, beatings from being robbed
misery and blues broke him down into shrieking sobs

Once he had a wife...

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Off-white is my color
On this time of the day
When darkness swallows me
And I illuminate 
Through Its gossamer skin. 
As soon as my purity 
Slumps
Onto the ground,
It falls off - but not by my fault:
Children love to slide down my back
And the sad ones
Hate to feel...

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Jimmy sits restlessly on a cane bottom chair at the kitchen table
   In grandma’s kitchen smelling the fresh sweet aroma of her cooking and baking
         What is that beautiful scent his nose has detected as...

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Half of the world is asleep

And black bellied clouds rest upon the mountains

Sending rain to punish my roof 

While heaven complains against the ebony night

Shadows dark as evil sprawl beneath the trees

And lovers laugh, dodging puddles as they run

 

Gutters gush, gargling the torrent

As half...

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