Best Starched Poems
Below are the all-time best Starched poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of starched poems written by PoetrySoup members
At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala
"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger...
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Categories:
starched, daughter, imagery, journey, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Snowflakes Melting Before the Diadem
"Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem"
Winter is coming
and what then?
the dreams frozen
snowflakes falling
we succomb
tongues out waiting
for manna,
pills swallowed
for the diadem
needles of pine
instead...
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Categories:
starched, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Lama DramaThoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories...
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Categories:
starched, confusion, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
The Epiphany Rose
"The Epiphany Rose"
All well and good,
the story unfolds;
the isolating madness
drew out the poets
in all the shunned
playing up and out
their origami
word games
something like...
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Categories:
starched, muse,
Form:
Narrative
It Don'T Mean a ThingIt don’t mean a thing
When there’s no bling, bling, bling
No gold adornment or diamond ring.
A brother buying Rolex
In clothes starched and well pressed
Never notices the...
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Categories:
starched, emotions, god, jesus, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I Am But a FlagI have caressed
in coffin draped hugs
those who defended me,
hung limply as taps
and tears flowed
across generations.
Known the thrill
of fireworks and jubilation
rose, full faced,
in sundrenched
wind starched glory.
Wept...
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Categories:
starched, america, today,
Form:
Free verse
Night of the Ball
Music echoes through the halls,
climbing stairs, and gilded walls.
Our lovely lass discreetly swoons.
With longing eyes, she scans the room.
Young ladies dressed, in gowns, divine,
are...
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Categories:
starched, art, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
Unicorn's GalaInvitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives
by the bold and the submissive
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...
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Categories:
starched, fantasy, imagination, red,
Form:
Imagism
RedemptionRedemption
She slowly uncoiled her gray streaked hair that fell to her waist. She removed her
spectacles to see more clearly the windswept icy snow...
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Categories:
starched, angst, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Birth of RebellionHe was young, small, perhaps malnourished
Looking out from deep set eyes, rimmed with neglect
I could see, he wanted ...
To know why?
To know what? ... I...
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Categories:
starched, child, life,
Form:
Free verse
Am I HideousAm I hideous
So many years have drained,
slowly taking what was once mine
scattering it over endless thoughts and memories
and I wonder why, where has it...
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Categories:
starched, age, love,
Form:
Free verse
Five Flowers and a FuneralLike bullet holes in a starched white shirt,
they prop the gravestone in the dirt,
a ruby stitch across the face
of veined pale marble carapace.
They held my...
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Categories:
starched, death, introspection, life, sad,
Form:
Verse
Her Song1. Refrain (Unwound)
Her song, it never played
Coal sack black stitching frayed
Lead the familiar thread
Lined coffin living dead
To the beat how we march
Funeral shirt ready starched
2....
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Categories:
starched, angst, anxiety, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Who Put Luebella Down the Wych Elm
"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"
There are rumours
about me, some
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart
shaped planchettes
unanswered questions
in the...
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Categories:
starched, muse, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
Ethel Hurst 1889-1918Ethel Hurst
1889 – 1918
I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my...
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Categories:
starched, death, old, graduation, halloween,
Form:
Epitaph