Dirt Poems - Poems about Dirt

Dirt Driveways Who knew that dirt driveways lead to happy homes? That Prince Charming’s white horse is really a black BMW. That our kingdom would consist of his, mine, and ours. Who knew that fairytale castles came in split-level houses with cathedral ceilings? That the beauty in the house comes from the twists and turns in the architecture. That...

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I've got this taste Always wishing for the best Not to be better than the rest But to better myself Just wanna live without stress But never to settle for the less. My family never digress Without giving me their best Even amidst the stress They're always coming first Always picking me up from the dirt. My family, my inspiration Always giving...

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dry dirt road-car coughs and sputters...

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We built this house On a dirt road at the edge of the forest And between two coyotes dens So it’s hard to know if the howling at night Is sibling rivalry or civil war Serenade or sacrifice The colonial maps and oral histories Note nothing of the hawk shadows That circle gopher families Hiding in the shade and roots of pine trees That have...

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From the dirt we were made. In the dirt we have stayed. We were given a map And from the path we have strayed. We loudly complain Every time we are hurt And yet, for some reason We all still stay in the dirt. From the dirt we were made. In the dirt we have played. We have all heard the voice Of Edward Hyde and...

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Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda...

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Extend once again, stretching for licks of sunshine; Intrepid pay dirt....

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Part I Rock n Roll came through the slave trade The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made” “Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said] The blues helped through the struggle The rhythm and the movements of Hendrix And now the movement in Spandex “Music is used to manipulate the mind,” said Mason And with music Crosby said “We...

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You make me happy. You are full of life. You represent everything I need. Please, call me mine. These are my sweet, weak but effective lines to get through your walls; they work like magic, always. My first week with you will be soothing; I'll take you to a paradise of ecstasy, and you'll forget your worries. Wait, give me a little time, and I'll...

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Driving down the danger zone my destiny dies in a dead end street Dragging dilapidated deliveries doing the Damn Demons divine deed Distance deceives my demented disguise the dumb things I don't do Decisions divide deep, deep inside the Devil's debt is way past due The Mark of Madness melts away most of my meager mental mind Masqueraded as this...

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sometimes I feel filthy and dirty Yeah! I must remember I am embellished in His glory Yes even I even I a prodigal son product of The Son not solar Oh so that I am Elohim's My dirt sins and shame been nailed to the cross Now I'm clean chosen and favored forging longer dirty nor loss Ahh! the...

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Caravan travelers would know the desert is golden forever a distant dirt devil was red felt it was the gods anger reached and rode away bodies blood on sand...

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sun stroking blue bird so hot humid steam bakes wings bird seek shade in dirt...

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My Empire of Ashes Who am I without my dark throne? I am the King of this crumbling castle, alone. The ruler of this empire of ashes. A child with an empty box of matches. A King with a madness profound, Everything that I have loved, I’ve burnt to the ground. ...

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She is 15 months old…this beautiful little squirt she likes nothing more than walking barefoot everywhere and playing in the dirt. In fact she loves dirt so much…(her parents tell us with a moan) they believe she thinks dirt is a food group all its own. I love to watch her play…in her world both simple and complex because you never...

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