Coarse Poems - Poems about Coarse

...tin cup music life’s story was etched on her face carved with pocket-knife memories rubbed in with grammar school erasers and colored like heavy wet fog on a stinson beach winter’s morn......

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... Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough. Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness. Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight. The cursive waves doth strain the wrist. Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.......

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...Encage us we are of collective souls Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans in torture dungeons, in faraway lands Mista......

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...Bright lights, flames in motion. Arms weighted with emotion, as each carries their burdensome torch. Lit alleyways, littered by mayhem, breached by commonsense. Is it too late to chase sci......

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...The sun on this September afternoon is not quite what it might have been in June, but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on, while somewhere, some lopsided carillon is clanging tunelessly. I’m in t......

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...You bury your only dog beneath a home of desecrated poppies. Pup frozen from years of neglect, full of ignorance and stained of regret. You claw at the dirt like one of the far-gone soldiers, and t......

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... Soul my soul in me Black and white keys Dominate, the Rapsody Celestial Holy energy I receive huggINGly Abreast and believingly Above all things, Glorious harmonies, we sing ~ ......

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...She rode unsaddled on the mighty horse. Her hazel hair flew haphazardly and coarse. They crossed the rippling river, laughing with flair. They rode to the ranch, her husband waited there. Yet she......

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... what if a sonnet had a face and hands aimless beard coarse as scouring pads licki......

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...I’m too this, I’m too me, I'm too that, Too happy, too sad, too thin, too fat Why do you want to be with me, you louse? I am as irrational and deranged as the Winchester House. Your criticisms ......

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...Where was I? unusual. behind the dizzying looking glass, cement block, panelled windows, noonish saloons sipping my loathing like mosquitoes milking stone veins consti......

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...To Those That Don't Understand You won't, you simply can't and how could you, It is bigger than your comprehension, your ego - will allow.. For the sake of love of money, And for inane coar......

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...I feel my skin opening, like an oyster revealing its fragile pearl, The sweet cocoon of sixteen years has cracked, releasing the sour butterflies of seventeen, "Sour" seems the right word, the natu......

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...Alas, not all things in life are easy; Even man struggles to be human. -Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib In shadows womb, where hopes may fade, The road is coarse, the nights are long. Yet thro......

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... Written: January 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh "What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others."Quote ......

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