Crowbar Poems - Poems about Crowbar

...In metro hum, where steel and stone preside, A bard steps forth, though not with lyre in hand, But crowbar wielded, forceful, strong, and prying wide, Parting the jaws of my rigid thoughts was unp......

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...This selection of Christmas carols, in themselves, has little value as songs or poems. Their importance lies chiefly as a historical footnote, as some scholars believe they may have been works writt......

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...When brother was fading away black chimes signaled for the demons to play They attacked all sides of the hobbled mind Treating the heart like an orphaned marble They were rabid and had brackish i......

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...Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage... This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole insync as a......

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...My hands are sutured behind my head. I lie like a fallen yield sign on the side of the road. My path is yellow and humble. My hands separate. Pull. And split open the back of my skull.......

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...In mania, the body unbinds itself. The skeleton’s dense marrow becomes hollow, an avian adjustment. It is accelerated evolution. Fluttering and floating in a slew of thoughts like nervous wind ch......

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...I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage Indentured gumption forsaken courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp po......

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...It's hard to beat the old age inventions When our bodies refuse to meet our intentions, Those top shelf items you simply can't reach, The ones at the bottom inaccessibly deep! I can't squeeze t......

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...Did I mislay my bell ringing skull? Thoughts are out of school they run into fields of white mice they multiply - fruitlessly. Many mock me in front of my other more head-ridden selves. Got o......

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...My green autumn, you goaded me to write. I love the way you sparkle, shake, and hurl. Conquering my mind day and by the night, Always musing about the shorn kiss curl. Let me approa......

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...The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise, In the yard, against the hulls and hoys, A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green, Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen. Incon......

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...Such hideous tyranny, My eyes, betraying my essence- Two lone tears gather and fall down the sides of my face. Voice cracking, Jazz notes. My skin, so full of secrets Buried, crowbar wrenching ......

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...This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole nsync as acceptable literary playfulness, no matter figurati......

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...If you spray paint a glass ashtray, and smash half with a crowbar. Some tool may pay cash for that, at your local bazaar. Only silly witticism, don't take it to heart. Though the violins begi......

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...Though I am a drop in the ocean you sail on, one love is what floats (lifts all ships) on earth’s oceans. Such truth can’t be fathomed, much less seen or nurtured! Let ‘Love’ be rejoiced in; love’......

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