Bricked Poems - Poems about Bricked

...Sometimes I cry and I don't know what for every step we have taken in life has taken us to different worlds now you are an ally to those to whom you were a foe and you are using dirty traps to......

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...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......

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...Within the shaded dust accumulated annals Layers of times past And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history Not always hide their secrets and mystery As the echos of the past still resound That ha......

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...A washed-out skyscape where mountains climb, only to be ripped apart by small gusts of wayward winds. Is it that my eye is gray, or is the day waiting to be colored? Sky high hues are contai......

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...A thin-lipped nun blows her whistle. An acre of concrete ground stops playing, acting-out our brief make-believe lives. Reality is a cold wind chewing at pale knees, gray shorts and blue skir......

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...I was born there, there between the grey days and ghostly nights. I came out of the warm cave fully encased with my mother's sadness. The ghetto walls moved in or out inch by crawling inch, th......

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...Wizened elf researched the fly trappers as well as he could. They were wreaking havoc and destruction in the deep north wood. How do you get them to stop? He asked, looking them up at will. Unfort......

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... "The Flood Contained Electric" walls of glass sheathe this heart a conservatory for the lacking of menagerie the walls aren’t bricked up comme dans une la orangeri......

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...His voice is as fresh as the morning air, of his existence, every bone in my body is aware. His face is as mysterious as a book with no cover, oh how lucky I am, to have him as my lover. His ......

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... "The Haunting" What happened was a crime in more ways than one who can understand the mind of a recidivist twisted, calculating in this story, there is more tha......

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...She had a face like a fish fryer's basket, All stressed and creased and lined His like a bag of old spanners Abused, misused, misaligned. She jumped his place in the bar queue One Boozy Sat......

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...We were always a little ash white, the girls always a bit cleaner; the soap always green carbolic the toilet paper always slick and hard to scrunch, six year old bottoms always a little sore. ......

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...When I was five, I played Around other children At the park On the west edge Of town, where the gray concrete slab served As our skating rink. I recall Their presence, but not their faces- ......

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...The House was featured on the T.V. Celebrities put on hard hats posed with sledge hammers. It was said that the old structure had ‘good bones’. What it did have were walled-in nocturnal whispers......

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...households lurch creak unmoored hulls rocking the twang of whip lashed rigging as electric wires stretch pull up clods yards of plantings where once roots clutched bricked-up aluminum......

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