Concussive Poems - Poems about Concussive

... The air thickens, a velvet cloak drawn across a gasping sky. No sudden crack but a low groan first, from the belly of the coming storm. It's the earth's deep shudder, a premonition rippling ......

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...Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung Twas accursed destiny since birth (maybe coded in deoxyribonucleic acid since time immemorial) alas and alack nascent em......

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...Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date While yours truly sat here at the desk housing MacBook Pro, pondering his next idée fixe apropos for gamut of anonymous read......

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...Rumbling earth offers it's own baseline Bones of the underworld crackle thunderously Concussive forces driving Gaia's ecstasy. The man watches as her eyes crackle menacingly Mortal flirtations lu......

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...The yellow scraps perform a thrill during fierce storms. The breeze turbine is a lofty pattern within local farms. Amazed, I can spot concussive impacts in the wet stones. Bursti......

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...The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates A pair of tortuous d......

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...Twas accursed destiny since birth alack nascent emasculation abominable barrack emergent deus ex machina, viz zit ting older sibling counterattack thirteen plus chronological gap ......

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...Sheets of rain pour from heaven, concussive drops falling in succession another life being lead, too far in the wrong direction how am I so up when I'm down? Another mistake Another one made Ano......

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...Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks. The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links. Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion. On and on, th......

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...Black diamond, fools gold, overpriced and undersold. Falling vices, rising prices, and all the things that we are told. Percussive concussion, concussive percussion, endless discussion. ......

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...The thing that went... The first thing that went wrong - was the buzzing in my left ear, the one not buried in the pillow, the one that was open to the world. The second thing that went wro......

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...As dusk their line visibly bows Cropped heads beneath mounds fold Glum shadows through addle fields row Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled As dusk the......

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...Treading lightly through snaking, muddy trench Squeaking boots with slippery grooves synch A mass of matted flesh bares its rotten stench Thirsting maggots, doting flies cannot quench No ......

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...Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound Below, fatigued......

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...Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks. The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links. Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion. On and on, th......

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