Bolted Poems - Poems about Bolted

...On Friday nights we’d sneak into the railyard and wait in the shadows between the floodlights for a train slow enough for us to hop, our hands already tingling with the promise of flight. W......

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...I remember the night he tore me from light, From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night. A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face. He curse......

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...They called it a seat, but it was a cradle of fire— metal-wrapped, bolted shut, no window, just the hum of wires and the memory of old Moscow snow still clinging to your pads. They fed you w......

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... It's just a row of laundromat chairs— those molded plastic ones, screwed into a fake strip of tile. The whole setup’s bolted to the lunar crust under a plexiglass dome. Every seat holds s......

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...There once was a young man from Szechwan, who thought his prick looked like a pecan. He met Bertha Butts, who was hankering for nuts, so he gave her his pecan to chew on....

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... I saw them spinning in the field and felt a wonder at their dance. Astonished by their silent shield I paused, as in a trance. I watched and then began to move with each note of leap and son......

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...Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips Casted both bolted skullduggery Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree Restted rustic gondola swaying hips ......

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...I come from the borough of Queens, New York My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll Being at the bottom of the totem pole. Then Dad took me to the t......

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...Laura Norder took her gun and strapped it to her thigh The skirt she wore was so damned short she had to strap it high And stood there on the corner where the street lamps dare not tread She waite......

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... Held back not, Truth timed walk. Proceed without cane, Proceed without fault. Clear pathway, clear head, calm heart. Depart, foolish fleck Fictional debris plays no part Neither dust nor ......

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...Beauty painted by nature in the clouds, A big umbrella that shields not the crowds, Pitter-patters and everyone is soaked, Thereafter, sunlight anger is provoked. Brushes not coloured by oil or......

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... Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps ev......

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... The storm came with strength in the night Fierce lightening bolted to the ground Thunder pounded, deafening sound Flashes were everywhere in sight The sky turned orange in the dark Vibrati......

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...Faith is a beautiful thing if you're lucky to be blessed For as you grow older it all becomes messed As a child it made sense the stories and fables As an adult; you're the horse t......

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...Sweet, dear heart, How tangled up you've been. Stifled by the echoes of pain, Wrapped up in threads of cautionary memory. I ignored you, Chose not to hear you, I put barriers in place. I den......

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