Chewed Poems - Poems about Chewed

... "The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes" “Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?” This said to the earnest listener, who views the prot......Read the rest...

... May we be blessed when our children are young to help shape their attitude… to begin when they are babies to teach them gratitude… how they should when they sit down to eat…before one bite is ch......Read the rest...

... It was one of the coldest winters, yet the old dog never showed up at the kitchen door like he used to, whimpering to be let in for warmth and food. Where he spent his nights, or how ......Read the rest...

...Hungry vultures; there were ten, just sitting in a tree One fell out and bit the dust while my wife made my tea Hungry vultures; there were nine, among the leaves so green One chewed dirt as my ......Read the rest...

...My muse has exited via the stage door She says my life is such a bore That the red spice wastes upon floor That I can try but find chewed up chore My memoirs are merit less with no flare My h......Read the rest...

...Escape pods Ferried fears Gaping heart Falling tears Dishevelled mind Emotional unrest Watered ground Familiar guest Questioned answers Unanswered questions Glassy eyes Increased tension ......Read the rest...

...There once was a dog with love in his heart and trust in his eyes who howled at the moon who buried his bones who chewed the cushions who protected and guarded without being asked and withou......Read the rest...

...The chooks in the morning, Up as early as the sun, For a full day of eating, exploring, A full day of fun, The cow is loudly mooing, As the sun shines through the blinds, Her calves' cute fro......Read the rest...

...grandma’s kitten was outrageously large The guy at the pet store had said “no charge” They had to get rid of it by end of day Grandma loved that she did not have to pay The kitten ate bags of k......Read the rest...

...I was too young to have opinions, only irritations. She had a revolutionary anger against everything. I breathed in her perfume, her alien attraction. She taught me what to think, how to pol......Read the rest...

...A door made from the haphazard weaving of wood, rust, and ivy. Smudged newspapers flap their wings in a wayward wind. Bird feathers emerge from wet claw prints. Faded condoms spill to feed the m......Read the rest...

...Leaf It wasn’t the time to leave, but stem chewed and gale combined and the leaf fell. Hairstreak, full green not yet ready, not curled by summer’s end, crisped by West Coast salt, mottled by f......Read the rest...

...I heard about Bruiser before we met He was my Uncle Henry’s intimidating pet The rest of the family was fearful, yet… I was not afraid, for we had never met. Bruiser has skin that is an amazing......Read the rest...

...I find that modern concentration camps are now hygienically focused, fully concentrated upon themselves. There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwelle......Read the rest...

...Fall, Fall And keep on falling until You splatter and drip On the head of a man in a chequered shirt. He's bin scraping, picking ......Read the rest...